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and insisted that the boy’s body be transferred to the<br />
morgue immediately.<br />
My father went with the doctor to assist with the transfer<br />
and left <strong>my</strong> mother alone in her room lying on the bed.<br />
A few minutes later another family came in with a new<br />
baby. Though a curtained partition had separated <strong>my</strong><br />
mother from the celebration just a few feet away, the pain<br />
of hearing joy and the sound of that baby was almost too<br />
much to bear. She fell into a depression that lasted several<br />
months.<br />
By 1966, <strong>my</strong> parents moved to Las Vegas, NV and <strong>my</strong><br />
mother was ready to have another child. She was 38, and<br />
not wanting to risk another tragic loss, they both decided<br />
to apply for adoption.<br />
The year before, in May of 1965, I was born to a single<br />
mother with a child in Boulder City, NV. My biological<br />
mother’s name was Diana. She had met <strong>my</strong> biological<br />
father, James, while she was working as a keno writer in<br />
one of the local casinos.<br />
James was abusive, and when Diana was eight months<br />
pregnant with me, James beat her almost aborting the<br />
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