I had a pink and white vanity given to me on my 3rd birthday.
I loved it and well into the first and second grade my friends and I used it to play.
One day my friends came over to play, and I lifted the lid.
It was full of urine.
My Brother and his friend, Kevin, peed on all the stuff inside.
Furious, I went and told my Mother.
I can't remember what she said, but I remember feeling like it was my fault.
Eventually, I cleaned it out.
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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...
