Ever since I was a child, I didn't know my mother. I never got the tender loving hugs and the hair braiding that you had. I never had someone to go to for girl advice, or someone to give me the talk. Nope. Never. My mother left. Gone. Vanished. Poof. I didn't know her, and I never will. People tell me I look like her, and I curse them. Why would I want to look like a woman who doesn't know what it means to take care of her own child? I dyed and cut my hair, wore contacts, wore make-up, but I still looked like the bitch. The only support I have is my father. Although he does his best to bear with me, he slips up a lot. But I must agree my life is going well. Well, before I got that letter.
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Daughter of a Heretic
ParanormalEmily has never known her mother and had no interest in knowing her, but when Emily gets letter in the mail she thinks its too good to be true. Emily's mother wanted her spend the summer in Germany with her to bond, but when Emily gets to Berlin it...
