A women I'll never forget.
The first and last women to adopt me.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
Every child's dream right? to get a family.
Not mines. I was 12, I was still searching for my real parents.
I didn't want a new family when I couldn't figure out why mines didn't even want to hold me.
Her name was Lillian Bennet.
The first few months with her were okay. I didn't talk much, I kept my distance and I never bothered her.
I guess she got tired of my short answers and not wanting affection.
I never experienced it so I didn't know what to think really.
The beatings came, I missed school so she wouldn't get in trouble
She would always say things like "I see why you were in the adoption center"
I never cried though, I learned not to after years of crying.
Eventually the school got curious of my missing days, they had social services visit.
I answered the door with a fresh black eye.
She was arrested and back to foster care I went.
After that I didn't wanna be around people anymore.
I made sure I never got adopted again.
And I owe it all to "mommy dearest"
