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the abandonment
1953 November London
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I beg you to take my child.
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I am leaving my son in a telephone box, in the hope that someone will find him, and not forsake him as I am compelled to do.
For I have been cuckolded and left alone with the pain and shame of abandonment, which I now pass on to my son.
This is my legacy.
From this day forth, I shall never speak of him again. He, like his father, no longer exists. That part of my life is dead to me.
I abandon him in the hope of new life and future for us both. Futures neither of us will know, or share.
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Lili Hession
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