When Rebecca Hall was born, her mother, Bess, was not allowed to nurse her daughter.
Her life was not being normal.
Her first born was born without her parents, and her life was completely different.
She would often spend hours alone in the waiting room of a hospital, trying to remember what happened before the hospital came into her life.
She was terrified, she says.
She did not know how to cope with that.
The mother, who was born with Down syndrome, was a special case, a person born with a genetic abnormality and with no parents.
She had to be cared for by someone else, not the other way around.
The life of Rebecca Hall grew out of her parents’ struggle.
As she grew, Rebecca Hall became aware of the special problems of people born with disabilities, including people with autism.
She found that when she became a mother, she could not help but feel a little less alone, less alone.
Rebecca Hall’s story was the story of a person who had been brought into the world by circumstances, by circumstances that are complicated and hard.
What was the most difficult part about growing up?
The hardest part was not having a family.
When I was born I had no father, no parents, no one who cared for me, and it was hard for me to figure out what was going on, says Rebecca Hall.
“When I was little I was always in trouble.
I had to go to school.
I was scared.
I needed to be in school.
When you have a disability, there is no one you can turn to for help.”
It was also hard for Rebecca Hall to understand how different she was from other children of her generation.
She says she could have been any age in her life, but she had always wanted to be an artist, a singer, a musician.
Rebecca had a talent for drawing and writing songs.
Her parents were happy when she joined their group, but as she grew older, she was not happy with the way she was treated.
Her mother was in a lot of trouble.
She got into all kinds of trouble, including getting in trouble with the law, she said.
The police were involved in the case.
The parents were very supportive of her, she explains.
When she got older, Rebecca became aware that her mother was not going to be a good parent for her child.
Rebecca says that in order to get through her years of difficulties and her years in the hospital, she began to feel that she had to leave the hospital.
When people say, What does a mother do?
they ask why she is there.
She is here because I want to be here.
And so I thought, Why am I here?
And I think, Why is this happening to me?
When I think about it, that was the hardest thing about growing to be Rebecca Hall, she adds.
“There is something that you have to do and it is a very hard thing to do, but it is also something that is very rewarding,” she says, as she walks the halls of the funeral home in the small city of Newhall.
“It’s not that you are not happy.
It is that you need to feel this sense of responsibility, and that is a good feeling.”
Rebecca Hall has been able to do that, and she says that now she feels as if she is finally free.
When Rebecca was three, her father, Robert, and mother, Debbie, were living in Newhall and she had no family to look after.
She and her sister, Emma, were sent to a boarding school.
After three years, Debbie got pregnant.
She gave birth to a boy, who passed away soon after.
“I had been told that I was going to have to give birth to an infant and I had a feeling that something was wrong, that it was not right.
I went to my parents, who were very worried about me,” Rebecca says.
“They were worried that I had gone off to college and that I might have to work.
They were worried because I was not good at school.
And I was worried because my father had no money to pay for me.”
It took three years of struggle for Rebecca to be able to get her mother the money to take her to the hospital for an operation.
She has to be there for a lot longer than her parents did.
It was a long time before she was able to see her father again.
In those days, she did not have the confidence to ask him to come.
Rebecca’s mother, Debra, had other concerns, too.
“She was worried about my welfare,” Rebecca Hall says.
Her father, Bob, who is a teacher, was also worried about Rebecca.
“Bob would go to the house, and he would say, ‘She is so sick, she cannot be here,’ and he was really concerned,” Rebecca recalls.
Rebecca would stay in