My mother was shuttling my brother and me back from my dad's house.
My best friend and I were in the backseat.
My brother and I argued about who was smarter.
So I pointed out that my GPA was higher, and he started to cry.
"Mine is lower than her's!" He cried.
My mother scolded me and patted his leg.
"Yes, but there are more kids in your class, so your's is actually higher."
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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...
