I went to a friend's house for a sleepover.
When my parents dropped me off they agreed to pick me up before noon because my friend's parents had a party to attend.
The next morning I packed up, and we hung out on her porch waiting on my ride.
Pretty soon, noon approached, but not my parents.
"Do you think you could call them? See if they are on their way?" My friend's mom asked.
And I did, leaving a message on the answering machine. "They must be on their way." I said.
An hour passed, but now my friend's mom and my friend weren't so polite.
"Do you think they are coming?"
I kept calling, and leaving messages. It was hours past noon. My friend and her family missed their party.
Finally, my mom answered.
Me: "Where are you? They have a party, remember? They're really mad. Why didn't you answer any of my calls?"
Mother: "We decided to mow the lawn, and we forgot. We'll be there soon."
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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...
