TERESA

TERESA

Teresa.  It's hard to think of Teresa as a little girl.  She was awfully afraid of things. She cried easily.  There was a picture in a magazine that she couldn't look at.  She would cry and cry and cry. I think the picture was a painting of maybe Paris.  It was all in dark colors and she couldn't look at it.

She was a good baby.  She was born at Christmastime.  We brought her home and we had the tree and we had a wonderful holiday.  She was mother's girl. She liked to be close to me and didn’t like me to go away.  Often times I would go with my husband on business trips overnight and we'd have a woman come in and stay with the children.  Often Teresa would not speak to me when I cam home. She'd pretend she didn't’ know me.

-Mom

2005