I guess it all started before I was even born. Well my mom was born a orphan and was on the run from her abusive husband ,known as my Father. I never really new him since I never saw him ,my mother told me how she never really felt comfortable talking about him. I was raised as an only child. Wich I didn't blame her for not wanting more children we could barely handle the two of us. We didn't have any other family so it was just me and her ,and I was fine with that. Even though I sometimes felt like she was only raising me for the image of being a good mother. I didn't try to think about that too much because every time I did I kept coming up with more evidence to prove my theories.So yeah this the story of my life and I hope you enjoy it more than I have.
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The girl who wished to be loved
Short StoryA girl whom only craves the love of another