Finding Jonathan
This is as true of a story as I can remember. It happened years ago and so the facts may be a little embellished but the essence of what happened will be forever engrained in my heart and in my mind. Just a little history about who I am. My father died when I was eight years old leaving my mother alone to raise six young children. There were three boys and three girls, and I was stuck right in the middle, I wasn’t the oldest and relied on to take-charge, nor was I the youngest and looked after as the baby. I was just there in the middle and somewhat forgotten. My mother tried (on her own) for a few years to raise us and as far as I was concerned, she did a …