I wasn't born to live with my parents. I was born for her. My mother and father couldn't care for me for reasons I understand. I do not hold anything against them as had they been born in a better life they would be alive and alright.
I called my great aunty Jill, my mother because that is what she was. She was everything to me—my world.
She sadly passed to cancer before I graduated. She got me where I am today and I will forever love her.
So, this piece is for the guardians. The mother's we needed, birthed from or not. The parents we'd call guardians. We thank you and love you.
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21 Weeks | Short Piece
RandomA piece a wrote after my great aunt passed. This woman had taken care of me since I was around 8 months old and I wouldn't be where I am now without her. This piece is about a woman carrying a child and the joy when you first realise it really is re...
