She Left Me with My Stepfather and Vanished — Until the Knock on My Door
My mom left when I was a kid, leaving only a note: “I can’t anymore. This burden stole my best years.” I was born with a disability, and I guess she couldn’t handle it. For months, I cried alone, feeling abandoned and unlovable. Her absence echoed through every birthday, every milestone she missed. It felt…
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