“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.” Mark Twain was the bad child, Henry was the good child. Our mother blamed me for almost everything — and most of the time she was right.
The first voice that Mark Twain heard was that of his mother, Jane. She was always an ally of the helpless. The lessons he learned of compassion, kindness and bravery he would carry throughout his long life.