Jesus has been with me since I was in my mother womb. As a child, when I was scared and did not understand why I did not fit anywhere as I grew up. I used to talk to, as Catholics call, to my Guardian Angel and, at 4 and 5 years old, kept trying to catch a glimpse of Him by turning my head fast to the side of my body. It never happened but for a few year I never gave up, LOL.
The orphanage made me mean after spending some time with my grandmother, Nonna, when many years later people told me, I was a sunshine baby, the orphanage changed that sunshine into deep sadness and anger.
The nuns had sticks and I got more than my share because I was different already a sick child.
I remember little being so small but, my earliest memory was watching my mother walking away as I cried, mamma, mamma and She kept on walking I , I grew a little mean cold and sad there.