I remember Vicki and Penny from back in the 1950s. Gene and Estelle, my parents’ friends, brought them home one day.
They were young kids when I first met them. I grew up with them, not realizing until later that I had never seen them as babies.
When I asked my mother about that, she explained that they were not born into their family. They were adopted into their family because their parents could not or would not take care of them.
They were special kids.
Later in life, my cousin Nancy and her husband Gary adopted two young boys who were special kids. They were brothers named Shane and Sean.
