For the life of me, I never ever saw her that way.
She was slim and trim, thick hair, a bit of a native pretty look to her eyes, never needed makeup and could sing like angels calling from heaven.
On January 19, 1943, a baby girl was born in Port Arthur, Texas. Her parents were everyday working folks and perfectly normal. Her mother, Dorothy, worked at a local college, and her father, Seth, was an engineer at Texaco.
The family was deeply religious and sought a quiet, God-centered life. But it quickly became clear that their daughter was different from other kids. She demanded more attention and had a unique spark that set her apart.