It's a wonder they ever had any sense of self. I can remember my mother having us use the same bath water.... As an adult I never knew why???
Now I can see that this is one of the many things left over from the orphanage.Please call me............ my story is too extensive for this genre.I have been researching this for over 10 years. And have quite a tale to tell.My Aunt Lucille (Bousquet) Dardis is still alive....I now live in the town where my mom was born and ultimatly raised in St Francis Orphnage.I think we should talk...FYI I am a women of 49 years an a christian .Please..if you feel uncomfortable...we can talk with other parties present. This shame is not ours,but a small "passing" legacy.