Wednesday 5, 2010

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There we left her crying and I looked back to see her trying to comfort herself. I knew there was no chance for apologies.

"How could she forgive me after what I did?" I thought to myself

I walked away a regretful woman with the word loser spinning in my head as the insulting word I stitched on her dignity.

I hadn't been this way of a cruel girl, this is what I had done to myself ever since my father's death. My mother had left me and I couldn't tell where she had gone. All the know is her name was Merebeth Chelsea Hines. That's all I remember ,but later I was adopted by a rich family that which I live with in a 3 story Mansion in Benton, Oregon. Usually someone would be elated to grow up in a orphanage and then waking up one day being adopted by a family that comes from generations of the gold rush.

That person isn't me.

Sincerely, Chelsea

R.I.P Father and Mother

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