When I was 12 my mother died. My father didn't want me and after a great deal of problems I went to live with a school friend and her parents. I had left school by that time, however I was just 15. So this kind lady, mother of my friend had to have court permission to have me there. It is called Care and Control...
Well for the first time in my life I knew really happiness that could be had in being with a happy family, we danced and sang and played dress up, went dancing on Sundays and Thursday nights just saw something I had never seen before.
Well the friend disappeared out of my life for over 35 years and yesterday I had an email to say that all my attempts at trying to find my friend has been worthwhile and would I please get in touch. This response came from my friends youngest daughter Wendy. I have thanked her with this image:

Today I was able to phone my friend and chat to her for an hour... We were in our teens, like sisters. The sad yet coincidental part of this journal is that yesterday she had been at her real sisters funeral...
I hope sincerely that I have helped her in a small way by remembering our dancing days together and chatting about the past and our families.
Just knowing after my long search that she is OK is enough for me. I am delighted to have my dear friend back in my life...
Roz XX








I have just about completed my autobiography. My this little tale will give me a ending...