Why are you angry with me mama?
I told you a story….Of  a boy and his friend who liked to play with his baby sisters. He never touched me mama. He touched the others. I thought it was ok. I cried, I wanted you to stop treating your son like god. He isn’t perfect. You left me. Two months later you came back… To send me away. I was on a plane. Crying by myself. You left me in Arizona. I didn’t know who they were. I cried. That pain. I will never forget it mama. But why, why are you mad at me?
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