It's hard to know exactly why my birth mom didn't want me. I still don't know why. I used to think that it was me, but it's not my fault how could it have been. I was a kid. I struggle with where I come from though, along with many other struggle. I think she didn't want me because I was half Korean. You see everyone has a start in life, a birth place. Mine, mine was in Seoul South Korea by Myuh Kii Pak she sold herself on the streets to survive. My birth dad was in the United States army and was on station there, they wound up getting together and having me. Myuh had me and didn't want me so she gave me to my birth dad and he brought me to an orphanage in his home town, of course in America. I was then adopted by a Korean/American family, I was unfortunately only with them a few weeks before they returned me back to the orphanage. I was then adopted by Nola and Michelle Redding an American family. Nola wanted kids more than anything, but because of her family and her diabetes, she couldn't have any. Nola worked constantly to keep her husband and me up. Michelle was extremely lazy and had a knack for being a piece of crap. Nola's mother Angie had a sick obsession with me. Angie wanted me as her daughter. I don't know why, but why do people want someone like me anyways? Angie was married to Tommy Branson who had many many connections in the Carrollton community, well his family did. The last normal night in the Redding residence was of me being fought over. Nola was terrified of her mother, Mitchell was a piece of crap but he was loyal and he considered me his daughter unlike so many of the others who wanted me, he actually cared. In the end Angie got what she wanted, me. I haven't seen Mitchell since then. I've only seen Nola once. And because of the Branson name a judge signed a piece of paper, giving me to a worse nightmare. I grew up fighting for myself. Angie wanted a doll, she could order around and be everything Nola wasn't. Again I don't exactly know why Angie wanted me, I'm just guessing. But I can honestly tell you this Angie was insane and her husband was a bully.
Welcome to my past.
Those of you who know
me think again.
Those of you with a sensitive stomach your stop ends here.
It gets bumpy.
