<instructions>Your goal is to analyze the following comment and estimate how highly it will be upvoted by the Hacker News community.</instructions><comment><author>frankbreetz</author><text>Here is a comment from the article (not me)&lt;p&gt;Cheri Hofstater JULY 20, 2018
Unfortunately I am the granddaughter of this women. My mother, (Lana) was lucky enough to get sent to live with her grandmother on a farm in Wisconsin. At the age of 12 or 13 I believe, was when her mother came back for her. I remember my mom telling the story like it was yesterday. Her mother loved to drink and play bingo, but with four new children now she found it difficult to maintain her social life, so when my mother was old enough Lucille went and got her for the sole purpose of babysitting. At least that&amp;#x27;s my mother take on the situation. With no place else to go, my mother stuck around and eventually married and had 7 children. Me, I&amp;#x27;m right in the middle. I don&amp;#x27;t remember much about my grandmother except that she was a strong and demanding women, and I feared her. I remember my half aunt&amp;#x27;s who were always wonderful to me and my siblings. My mother eventually left her abusive and alcoholic husband and we moved away, never to see them again. Until after my mom died that is. We reconnected, breifly, with some of my mother&amp;#x27;s half sisters and there view of the situation is totally different. Because of that we never really talked about the relationship between my mother and grandmother, we were just glad to have the time together. I suppose being raised by your mother and being given away by your mother would have a tremendous impact on your opinion and thoughts about your life and the people in it. My mother never seemed bitter or angry at her, just afraid, of being hurt, I suppose. I thank God everyday for giving my mom the strength to endure her life, as lonely as it was. I guess you could say the pain, and or love, we receive throughout our lives doesn&amp;#x27;t have to dictate who we will become. My mom was proof of that.
Thanks for listening.
Respectfully,
A tender soul.</text><parent_chain></parent_chain></comment><story><title>Children for Sale, 1948</title><url>https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/4-children-sale-1948/</url></story>
<instructions>Your goal is to analyze the following comment and estimate how highly it will be upvoted by the Hacker News community.</instructions><comment><author>steve19</author><text>This story is so heartbreaking. I expected to see an old restored photo from the distant past, and being sold by a slaver not a parent.&lt;p&gt;Sadly, this plays out today in many countries with parents or grandparents selling children into sex slavery, with motives ranging from pure evil to (still terrible) justifcstion of sacrificing one child so that the others can be fed.</text><parent_chain></parent_chain></comment><story><title>Children for Sale, 1948</title><url>https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/4-children-sale-1948/</url></story>