Suzanne Lambert Storyteller, Author and Blogger Christmas
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Christmas at the Ragdoll Orphanage - Suzanne Lambert
Newcastle Upon Tyne 1965
Mother Superior took the child and placed it in my arms. Susan, darling, that was you. You were light as a feather, and all I could think of saying was "it's a girl". That was ten years ago.
"Her name is Susan" the lady said. I don't think I even looked at her, I simply couldn't take my eyes off you. Oh you were so precious and so perfect. All I cared about was holding you and, just at that moment, you opened your eyes and looked at me. Susan, I knew there and then that you and I belonged together, We still do, and always will, but, my darling, I am not your real mum.
"I don't understand, what do you mean, 'real mum' ?" I was ten years old, and Mum certainly wasn't going to talk about the birds and the bees just yet. It didn't matter anyway.
"You are my mum" I said. 
"of course, and you are my daughter and always will be".
That was enough for me. In that moment, I was perfectly happy to be Nancy's child.
Suzanne Lambert Storyteller, Author and Blogger Christmas
© 2013 - 2019 Suzanne Lambert | All Rights Reserved
Christmas at the Ragdoll Orphanage - Suzanne Lambert
Newcastle Upon Tyne 1965
"I don't understand, what do you mean, 'real mum' ?" I was ten years old, and Mum certainly wasn't going to talk about the birds and the bees just yet. It didn't matter anyway.
"You are my mum" I said. 
"of course, and you are my daughter and always will be".
That was enough for me. In that moment, I was perfectly happy to be Nancy's child.
Mother Superior took the child and placed it in my arms. Susan, darling, that was you. You were light as a feather, and all I could think of saying was “it’s a girl”. That was ten years ago “Her name is Susan” the lady said. I don’t think I even looked at her, I simply couldn’t take my eyes off you. Oh you were so precious and so perfect. all I cared about was holding you and, just at that moment you opened your eyes and looked at me. Susan, I knew there and then that you and I belonged together. we still do, and always will, but, my darling, i am not your real mum.