Taylor Swift Mother Imagines

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xtaytayswiftiex I hope youre happy, you forced me to do this, couple minutes late so i apologise. Also I don't remember if this is proofread, and this could very well be two chapters, like its over 4k words but I just wasn't bothered to split it so have fun!

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My whole life, my parents have neglected me, and so has my brother Austin too. The only person who even takes notice of me anymore is my sister, Taylor. You see, my parents had me when Taylor was sixteen (turning seventeen that December) and Austin was fourteen, so I can see why we wouldn't have a strong relationship.

It started with small things when I was very young, like forgetting to wake me up in the morning to help me get ready for the day. Sometimes even being too distracted to notice that I hadn't eaten anything yet -  this happened more often than I'd like to admit, and a couple of times they didn't realise until dinner time.

And then, over time, the smaller things grew into bigger, more serious things. Each time they forgot something, or simply chose something over me, it took a toll on my mental health. It affected my self esteem quite a bit and I can guarantee that almost all of my insecurities stem from something my parents did or didn't do.

Let's start with the first time they forgot to collect me from school when I was three.

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As Ms Fischer dismisses the class, telling everyone to gather their belongings and follow her out to the front gate. My first day of preschool went better than expected, I didn't make any friends, but at least nobody picked on me either. My teacher - a quite beautiful woman in her mid to late twenties - seems quite nice too, with a warm, comforting presence and a soft reassuring smile, almost always present on her lips.

The other kids begin to form a line, being lead outside by Ms Fischer, everyone one of their faces adorned with big, glittering smiles, eager to tell their parents about the fun activities and games that filled to few hours they were away from home, ecstatic after having made friends with at least one person. Everyone except me, who walks at the back of the line, head down and mouth shut, too drained to try and fake even the smallest of smiles.

Thirty minutes later, I stand alone beside Ms Fischer, every other kid having been collected by a family member or babysitter. At first I thought that maybe they were just late, that they were caught in traffic, but still on their way. Any fragment of hope is snatched right away from me when I remember that Taylor had a meeting to finalise some details for her upcoming tour, meaning if all went well, the family is probably celebrating right now.

"Honey I think we've waited long enough. I think it's time we call one of your parents. What do you think?" She asks softly, giving me a choice even though I know there's no other option. I simply nod in response, grabbing her outstretched hand as we walk back inside so she can call my parents. She goes straight to her desk to use the phone, while I stand a set of small wooden chairs and a table.

I watch as she dials the number three times, her face contorts into a mix of confusion and worry - there may even be a tinge of sympathy if you look hard enough. Each time the phone rings out, sending her straight to voicemail, causing her to inevitably give up, walking towards me to kneel down to my height.

"Hey, Y/n. Your parents aren't picking up the phone, so I'm gonna have to take you home okay?" Once again, I nod in response, but I can't help but feel a slight pang of disappointment at the fact taht my parents did in fact forget about me.