Mother
		I must explain about Mother. She was a very wonderful person in most ways, kind, soft spoken, but not able to take the loss of her two daughters with in a year of their births. Something broke in her after the stillbirth of her second daughter when I was four. As it turns out I was the second child she had, the first was a little girl born two years before me. This girl was born and lived for about six months. I knew nothing about this girl until I was going through Mother's papers after her death. I found a copy of Mary's birth certificate and death certificate tied with a pink ribbon. My birth was normal encouraged my parents to try for a girl after three years I was born. This time Gloria was born still. She told me several time over the years that the doctors told her she could not have any more children. She had always wanted a girl and with the death of her second daughter she snapped. She would not hear of an adoption, her daughter had to be of her body and fathered by dad. After she came home from the hospital I remember several arguments at night after I had been put to bed. I remember because I cried, I thought they were arguing about me and that I was the reason Gloria died. I can't blame Mom for all of what happened to me. At anytime after She introduced me to dressing as a girl when I was 4, I could have gone to dad and told him, I didn't. I loved dressing up, I loved the way the feminine clothes made me feel. And I was glad I could make Mom happier. I am sure think back, that Dad and I would surely have lost her had it not been for our time together as mother and daughter. I loved my mother and I love the memories I have of her, and the time we spent together.