Dear Biological Mother:
Remember those days I spent crying for help to you with my homework? You were too busy on drugs to realize I was actually struggling. Illana was smart for her age, but I struggled. And you were never there to help. Remember the nights Illana and I would cry in pain from the springs of our worn bed coming out and you told us we had to sleep on it anyways? Remember when you made us sleep on the end of your bed, and anytime you wanted anything from us, you’d shove us off? Remember the five foot fall to the ground and the tears we cried when we fell? And the funniest part.. remember when you beat us with those hangers and shoes and belts when we cried to get us to stop? Remember how we’d dig for food and could never find the slightest bit because you had it all locked in your room? Remember how we were 40 pounds underweight because you wouldn’t feed us? Remember when you cried because you were about to lose us? Then turned and said we’d never succeed without you?
Dear mom: I got my diploma the other day. Dad wasn’t there cheering me on just like you weren’t there. But I got it and I’m graduated from high school. I work 30 hour weeks at a decent job for just being out of high school. Oh yeah, mom, I’m soon to be enlisted into the USANG. I’ll be shipping out soon and everyone will soon call me a soldier. People will salute me. Isn’t that crazy?
Dear mom: you thought I wouldn’t succeed. Yet here I am. Proud of who I’m becoming. Excited to see where I’ll go.
Dear mom: where are you now?