My Dad bid on and won a twirling baton for me at the 4H auction.
It was blue with pink caps, and I loved it.
One day my Brother and I got in a fight.
He grabbed it and bashed it against the footboard of my bed until the metal center bent in half.
My parents said they'd replace it, but they never did.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
