Having held you breathless for five years it is only fair to let you know what has happened with Dorothy, at least as far as I know it. First some background. Back in 2002 my daughter found a young woman in a park in Norwalk together with all her meager possessions and a one month old baby. This was Dorothy. She was about 30, from Poland and had worked as a nanny for about 8 years. She had gotten pregnant and ended up in the Norwalk shelter for homeless women where she had her baby. Somehow things had become unbearable for her so she left and there she was, nowhere to go.
My daughter who was married with her own child and living in Norwalk solved the problem by bringing Dorothy home to live with us, my disabled wife and me and our live-in helper. She stayed for one year and we found her public housing in Westport. She wanted to be a personal trainer so she got a job in a health club, actually as many as three jobs at one time including catering and working in a health foods store. The trouble was she always had to arrange care for the baby and she could never make enough money to have any left after paying for her living expenses, car and care for the baby while she was working. She didn't have a big enough support group.
This went on for about a year and a half until she decided to take her child back to Poland where she had arranged to leave her with an aunt until she was at least five. In the meantime Dorothy would get on her feet, get her career going and in general straighten out her life. So off she went to Poland which we paid for but it didn't go well. Apparently either she couldn't bear to leave her little girl or the situation wasn't right because back she came with the baby. And so the struggle went on. It was a hopeless situation and finally it was back to Poland because there was no other choice. She said that if she left the little girl there she could never get her back but she did it and she came back alone and at this point we sort of lost track of her. This was in 2006.
Flash ahead. A year and a half ago my daughter was at a catered function in Westport and who should she see working for the caterer. Dorothy. And she was six months pregnant. Of course my daughter wanted to know what had happened and to make a long story short, she wasn't married and was more or less on her own. She hadn't called anyone for help and still hasn't and we have not tried to get in touch with her. And that is where it stands. I often think about her and pray that she is alright. I don't know if we should reach out to her again but so far we haven't. If she ever comes back to us we will be there to help.