My first and second sons were both born on Tuesday, 19th November.
The first son at 2.20pm in 1974.
The second son at 2.25pm in 1991.
They couldn’t be more different, apart from being tall and gorgeous.
The first son spent 13 years in Los Angeles, mostly illegally as he overstayed his visa. He said he doesn’t need me or anyone, so I haven’t heard from him for over 10 years. He cut contact earlier as well, no contact for 7 years. He cares for no one. I’m trying to be ok with this.
The second son married a girl from Iowa and has lived there for the past 7 years. Thank goodness he’s happy and living his life and stays in touch with his mother. 😊
It seems that I ‘lost’ both sons to the US. I wish I had 5 or 6 sons to take the edge off this hurt.
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