It was another first day, at another new school.
My Mother and Brother brought me to the big school, but a note on the door said my class had moved to the church across the street.
It was not the building from the tour—the place where I imagined having all of my adventures.
How would I know where to go?
We rushed over, and my Mother showed me to my desk before moving to stand in the back of the classroom.
I sat for a long time while other kids and parents milled around the classroom and took their seats.
Then I turned back, and my Mother ran from the room.
She didn't say goodbye.
I panicked and started crying.
The teacher asked me what happened.
"My mother left without saying goodbye." I said.
"Okay." She replied and walked away.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore 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...
