My brother took up wrestling.
And though she never came to many if any of my football or basketball games for cheer, she went to nearly all of my brother's football games and wrestling meets.
They were always long drives, and I went with her.
We were chatting, and it was going well, and so, I got brave.
"Why do you go to my Brother's wrestling meets, but not my away games?"
"Because cheer isn't a real sport." She answered.
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What My Mother Forgot
NonfiksiBefore 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...
