Journal #6

a)The empty crib haunted me every night. It screamed to me, bad mother! Murderer! I stared at the pile of gifts people had given me for Daisy. I never knew how much something that was never born could affect me, but every night I lay on my bed swimming in a sea of sorrow. This is the most important thing for a woman in my time in the 1950s. A woman who could not give birth was not a woman. I picked up the little black shoes that shined against the light of the moon peeking through the curtain. So now I had nothing to do but sell what was given to me. I picked up a brush and wrote "Baby shoes for sale never worn".

b) Never smile back to a stranger.

c)"Sit like a man!" "Yes sir."