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I was 8 years old and had just recovered from measles- at least the spots had gone so was deemed well enough for school. After I had been sick on the desk I was marched off to see the head master feeling too miserable to worry. He and Miss Evans had an animated discussion about my yellow eyes and decided that I must go home.There for the next week I was treated with a neglect that today would have had my poor parents jailed. I trailed after mother desperate for some attention.I was still there behind her when she went to answer the phone. She didn't say much,just "John! and "Thankyou operator" This last I learned later because the operator had interupted to say "Take your time dear there is no charge for this call" She then told John that we were all well and soon the call ended and she turned and saw for the first time my misery.She scooped me up with a cry of "my little love" dried her tears on my hair and together we went hand in hand to tell the rest of the family the good news. It was 1940 her first born was at last back in England.
With 2 other sons there was to be a lot of worry and grief before the war ended but never again did I feel that one little girl did not matter.

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