She Left Me at 9 — Now She’s Back, Asking for My Help

When I was nine, my mother sat me down and said the words that would shape the rest of my life: “I can’t take care of you anymore.” The next day, a social worker showed up. My clothes were stuffed into a garbage bag. My mom promised it was temporary. She never came back. I…
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