There were only six girls in my class of 26 kids.
One was my friend, Randi, from karate.
It was just the two of us for a little,
but soon we started to play with our classmates.
Apparently, I pretended to be a horse too much. And they told her that they didn't want to hang out with me.
At least that was what she said.
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What My Mother Forgot
No FicciónBefore 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...
