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boys. I got some letters with empty promises, and then
the letters slowed down. The last letter stated that he had

gotten some other girl pregnant, and if he didn’t marry

her, he could be deported—which, of course, I was
hoping for. But it was a lie.

And with that, my entire world came crashing down.
Back in those days, girls were not important. If it’s a

boy, well, that’s a different story.

I worked all nine months as a domestic help and lived

on the premises, getting a few shillings and something

to eat. They had a cook, a housemaid, a gardener, and a
driver. After the baby was born, I had nowhere to go.

So, the cook—a very kind lady—suggested I stay with
her and her two daughters until I could sort things out.

It wasn’t long before the girls got jealous and threw me

and my baby out of their house.

I was now homeless.

The driver was friendly to me and helped me find a
room here and there. I eventually returned to my

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