The thing about my name is,
For the Y2K generation, it was a pretty popular name.
Every time I would change schools,
I'd get to class and introduce myself.
Then the teacher would say,
"We already have a Samantha."
If they were nice they'd follow that statement up with,
"What would you like to be called instead?"
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What My Mother Forgot
No FicciónBefore 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...
