Winnie's relationship to me
Winnie and John adopted me at 3 months of age, being the b****** child of their son, John F. Daly. She ran a strict household, almost puritanical. They typically allowed me to enjoy what I like best, listening to music, reading books or watching TV. I graduated high school with honors, got an A.S. in Communications, and put myself through tech school, graduating second in my class. I'll never forget the day I walked into the house bearing my tech school diploma, only to have Winnie burst into tears. We never discussed it, but I knew why she cried: Winnie felt she succeeded with me where she had failed with my father. Winnie made me proud of what I had accomplished, and I did it while working part-time to maintain my own apartment.