“But why? Did I do something wrong?”
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” my mother snapped.
“I have a real family now. You’re just… in the way.”
Grandma’s hand slammed the table.
“Enough, Pamela! She’s a child, for God’s sake. Your child.”
My mother shrugged.
“A mistake I’ve paid for long enough. Either you take her, or I’ll find someone who will.”
I stood there, tears streaming down my face, invisible to the woman who gave birth to me.
“Pack your things, sweetheart,” Grandma said gently, wrapping her arms around me. “We’ll make this work, I promise.”
Grandma’s house became my sanctuary.
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