I never imagined becoming a parent before I was even old enough to legally drink. At eighteen, I was supposed to be worrying about graduation, college applications, and whether I’d survive finals week. Instead, I was standing in a tiny apartment at three in the morning holding one screaming newborn while another cried so hard in the bassinet beside me that her face turned red…. Continue Reading ⬇️ And my mother was gone. No note. No explanation. Nothing. Back then, my mom, Lorraine, had always been unpredictable. Some days she acted loving and warm, like the kind of mother who’d...
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