As I continued to read my journal it hit me. Everything that was in my journal was so crucial and such a part of me, my life was in a book. I didn't know if I could continue reading, but I knew I must. I choked up and read those solemn pages that I put timeless effect into.
'As the child grew up in Massachusetts , their parents fought long and hard to both be able to adopt these little child. Then the day came and they finally had both names on the adoption certificate. They only reason they went to Massachusetts instead of Louisiana at the time was because Massachusetts was more accepting and would allow two women both be moms of the child. During this period gay marriage wasn't legalized yet and people could still make it difficult for you to finally have a family and adopt a child.
As the child grew up they met their new found family in Massachusetts . Everyone fawned over the child and how peaceful they were. Not even the slightest thing disturbed them. This child was so fascinated with all the good in the world and wasn't aware of any of the bad, yet. The good absorb and protected them from all wrong in the world, all the dark secrets in the universe that hid behind the shadows of some of the people the child knew and felt safe around. As a child, you don't know that even people you trust and love can be some of the unsafest people. The world plays tricks on your mind to make you see them as good and innocent. It washes away all of their flaws, but only the people who see the world for their true colors know when something is off, when a porcelain doll is fractured.'
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Lost in the Past
Teen FictionThis is the story of a semi true story that I have shifted in some ways, but is still relevant. All the names of the the people are changed but the characters are based off of real people. This story does include mature content so please read at you...
