My family liked to tell other folx a story.
When I was a toddler,
Unlike my brother,
I was easy to punish.
If I did something "bad," all they would say is,
"I'm so disappointed in you."
And I would cry.
Then I'd never do that bad thing again.
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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...
