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The mother and baby's homes were often run by nuns.
The adoption papers were signed, the child was given to the adoptive parents, and the mother shipped back to her community to say that she'd been on a little break.
The adoption process took, like, a matter of months, so it was a closed shop, you know, sealed deal, an industrious, utilitarian solution: the government, the farmer, the adopting parents, the consumer, the mother, the earth, and the child, the crop.
So she goes from Oxford, she's sent to the north of England to a mother and baby home, and appointed a social worker.
My foster mother asked me to go away to think about love and what it is and to read the Scriptures and to come back tomorrow and give my most honest and truthful answer.
I didn't say goodbye to anybody, not my mother, my father, my sisters, my brothers, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my grandparents, nobody.
I'm just saying that you know when your birthday is by virtue of the fact that somebody tells you when your birthday is, a mother, a father, a sister, a brother, an aunt, an uncle, a cousin, a grandparent.
Globally, 1.3 billion people live on less than $1.25 a day, and the work I did in Uganda represents the traditional approach to these problems that has been practiced since 1944, when winners of World War II, 500 founding fathers, and one lonely founding mother, gathered in New Hampshire, USA, to establish the Bretton Woods institutions, including the World Bank.
box at the end of the day, and that was mainly because my mother has never believed in email, in Facebook, in texting or cell phones in general.
And so while other kids were BBM-ing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbox to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my mother.
I wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of them.
I can master shock of "The Crying Game" with the awe of a child being called an AIDS victim by a bully who didn't know that it was his father who gave it to my mother, and that's a double entendre.
I've cracked stages in Soweto, buried abortion babies in potter's field and still managed to keep a smile on my face, so whatever you curse at me to your caddyshack go-for-this, go-for-that assistant when I walk out that door, whatever slander you send my way, your mother.
It was a family, a mother, father, child, talking about the seating.
The next time you're on an airplane in the US, just speak your mother tongue.
Granted, some mother tongues might sound a little threatening to the average American.
My siblings and I were waiting for my mother to come back from the hospital.
I was barely 12 years old, and when the shock wore off, my mother's words were ringing in my ears.
When I was a kid, I loved to draw, and the most talented artist I knew was my mother, but my mother was addicted to heroin.
So throughout my childhood, my mother was incarcerated and I didn't have my father because I didn't even learn his first name until I was in the sixth grade.
Now when I was a teenager, I was angsty as any teenager was, but after 17 years of having a mother who was in and out of my life like a yo-yo and a father who was faceless, I was angry.
They all come from homes where there is, for the most part, just one person in the home, usually the mother or the grandmother, and that's it, and they come here for their education and for their structure.
No, no, it begins the first time a child in a mother's arms looks up at the mother and says, "Oh, this must be my mother.
And if the person doing it, whether it's the mother or grandmother, whoever's doing it, that is when the education process begins.
It devastated me when my mother did that to me.
Let's summon the best designer, the mother of all designers.
She was a young mother.
And she remembers struggling with her mother to the front, crowds and crowds of people, "Take my child!
There was no kind of compensation for, you're a Tutsi, you're a Hutu, you might have killed my mother, you might have killed my father.
Five days later, the ten bruises on my neck had just faded, and I put on my mother's wedding dress, and I married him.
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