How can I make him understand that he did not create me? He makes the same mistake as the others when they look at a feeble-minded person and laugh because they don’t understand there are human feelings involved. He doesn’t realize that I was a person before I came here. I am learning to control my resentment, not to be so impatient, to wait for things. I guess I’m growing up. Each day I learn more and more about myself, and the memories that began as ripples now wash over me in high-breaking waves. . . .
