While in one room, I went to Kindergarten, in the other, my Brother went to preschool.
Max was his best friend.
I never like Max. He was mean, and my Brother was extra mean when they were together.
Then, Max had a birthday party.
And my Brother wasn't invited.
Max's Mother explained to mine that she really didn't want my Brother to come to her son's birthday...
We were poor.
My parents afforded the tuition for two kids, but she and her husband owned the local Chrysler Dealership.
And this put them over us.
And my parents love to tell this story.
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What My Mother Forgot
Kurgu OlmayanBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
