3-Trust No Men, They Are Evil.

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The other day I borrowed a book to my mom, yes my mom and I read the same stuff. We can't swap clothes because I only own band merch...never mind kid, keep on reading.

I wanted to recuperate it so I went into her room. On her bed there was my book and under it another one opened.
I grabbed my book but my curious ass wanted to know what else was under it.
It was a photo album.

I sat on her bed and stared to turning pages. There were pictures of my mom when she still was in Italy, picture of her when she just arrived here, and lots of pictures with a young man with ear stretches.

《What are you doing?》

《Oh, I wanted to grab my book....also Mom, you were hot af when you were a teen! Who's him?》

《Maria, listen I...》

《I'm fourteen now, you can tell me about love stories! Well, without details, per favore》

《Yes, you are old enough to know...
When I was sixteen I met this guy on the picture, his name's Chris and I loved him so much. We've dated for like three years and even lived together for a few weeks in this house. But one day, I woke up with nausea and my period was late so I bought a pregnancy test and I was pregnant. Your dad just walked away. He didn't want any responsibility and...》

My mom stared to cry so loud, I couldn't believe my ears.
How can a man so that?
I hugged my mom

《You are strong, mamma》

Trust no men, they are evil》.

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