Raising Chelsea
Raising Chelsea by Sinturian Chelsea’s mother died of breast cancer when Chelsea was eight, and I was left to raise her on my own. Fortunately, her mother and I were both working professionals; she had been in real estate and I was an architect, and we had been able to spend a great deal of time at home raising our daughter. She was the spitting image of her mother, with bright strawberry blond hair and just a very light dusting of freckles on her nose. She was extremely smart and tested almost off the charts on intelligence tests. When she was a baby, we took turns taking care of her such as changing diapers, bathing and powdering her and reading her stories. At about five or six years old, she started taking baths by herself, …