Imagine
Hey friends! So this was something I wrote about 7 years ago when I did not yet know my biological mother and the truth behind my toddler and younger years. I will not change the wording because this is what I "knew" from a lying aunt growing up, the only family member I had contact with, and this is how I felt at the time and my feelings at that point in life were valid. As much as I want to protect my biological mother from harsh opinions especially since I now know that they are not accurate in the way that the first paragraph depicts her, I think that staying true to ourselves in the moments that things happen is important. We cannot change our thoughts just because society chooses to see everything negatively. So please enjoy the read but read the beginning with a grain of salt. Also, besides the first part, the rest of this is about the family member who was SUPPOSED to be my mother, but was actually a very ugly-hearted person who wanted the world to look at her...