Chapter one, Part one
When you're a baby, no matter what happens, things aren't so bad. Even if they really, really are, you wouldn't know it. Even if your Mamma dies when she's birthing , because she was such a little, tiny lady and she just couldn't handle that many babies. Even if one of those four babies doesn't make it through the night and even if that made your Papa give you all away just two months later cause he thinks he was the one who killed your Mamma and the four of you look so much like her it hurts him and makes him mean. Even if he drives you up to the orphanage, tells you to get out, and then you watch him drive away. Even then, you're gonna be okay.
The older you are though, the harder it is too forget. Sarah, Mary and Jane never met Mamma. They don't care that she died cause they didn't have the connection to her. They never spent the time laying in Momma's lap when they were sick or crying and just laying there for forever while she'd pet their hair and sing