Randi invited me to her birthday party, and I was ecstatic.
I lived a ways away, and I rarely got to see my school friends outside of school because of the long drive.
On the way to the party, my Mother asked, "Did you get her a birthday present?"
And my stomach dropped.
No, I hadn't.
She told me that my forgetfulness made me a horrible friend before adding, "Well, I'm not stopping. Guess you should have thought about it before."
Panicked, I dug through the trash on the floor.
I found a lost subscription order form for Horse Illustrated.
I ripped two pages out of my journal and folded the paper around it to look like wrapping paper. Then I wrote a nice note and drew pictures so it would look nice.
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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...
