Memoirs - Remembering Bonnie

I was a lonely child. I could not have told you I was lonely as I did not know how to name or describe the blank and empty palette that stretched before me on waking every day for as long as I could remember. What I accepted - in the way that children simply accept the way things are because that is all they know- was that it was up to me to figure out how to fill hours and amuse myself while my father was at work and my mother busied herself with the daily tasks of housekeeping, meal planning, cooking and ensuring her children were adequately clothed and fed within the modest budget she had to work with.