What My Mother Forgot
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    What My Mother Forgot

    Non-Fiction

    Before 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...

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    "Don't You Know Who I Am?"

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    I stood with my dad in the checkout line.
    The cashier did a double-take. "Hey!" He exclaimed.
    He went on to talk about school, but I didn't recognize him. There were only 400 people in my high school. I practically knew everybody. 
    But not him.
    He tried to remind me who he was, but it didn't help. 
    When he asked if I wanted to hang out I politely rebuffed him.
    My dad glared at me and apologized. 
    In the car, my dad berated me.
    How could I be so rude for not remembering or wanting to go on a date with a stranger?
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