Moved to the Philippines − 1 September, 1978

Had no idea we were going. My mother didn't even know. My parents divorced a year earlier and my father told her he was taking me and my brothers to a party. My mother left us alone at home with my father and went to work. She worked the p.m. shift at the hospital. After she left, a friend of his came over and they both started putting all our clothes into suitcases. They probably cleared everything out in less than 10 minutes. My dad, brothers, and I went to the friend's house and stayed for about an hour or so while my dad tidied up the clothes. We left O'Hare around 8 that night. It would be another 3 and a half years before I saw my mother again.