Changing Me

Finding my mother

I have never wanted something so much in my life than to find my birth mother. I have tried to tell my Aunt that I was going to find her and she said that I would never find her. Cause she handed me off and ran without looking back. I wonder if she knew that she was going to just run or if she planned it.

I don't know what i will say to her when i see her or if i see her but i will let her know that is has been a living heck since she left. And i know that she will never understand that she ruined me in so many ways that will never be fixed. I will always be damaged I will always be the one to look in the mirror and say " who am I ". People look at me like I am a barbie without blonde hair. I'm different so what its a good thing.

I have been to see the neighbor where i was left when I was abandoned. She said that I had a very sad case of the bad mom. So I went to the town hall and looked up Jennia Franoldon in the public town records and as it appears she has quiet a reputation. She was the head of the high school cheerleaders, prom queen, and knocked up at the age of seventeen and graduated at the age of eighteen. And as she walked across the stage to get the deplomia her water broke just what every typical teenager want for a graduation present. A baby. She was working at the local park and go gas station.

Then she started to drink and smoke weed like how much she breaths. I geuss you could say mom of the year.