• Abandonment,  Doll Stories

    Constance

    CONSTANCE 2 Teaching the Alphabet Wrong We were children in an orphanage in Switzerland, the German part.  It was in a small village.  I did have a mother somewhere.  She would come and get me once in a while.  I was forced to be with her.  She didn’t like me.  It was always a nightmare to go with her.  Whenever it was time for presents, like my birthday or the middle of summer, there was a chance I would have to be with my mother.   She once gave me a present for my birthday.  It was in a big box full of little plastic cheap dolls, the kind that…