Meg, I will tell you that this was hard for me to read. Why? I am that daughter of a parent-less Mother. My Mom lost her Dad when I was ten or eleven (I forget the age), her Mother when I was twenty-three. Before her biological Mom’s passing, she was already place-less. Meaning, she felt she had no place. She was raised by her Grandmother, Father, and StepMom. Her Mom was fairly young when she had her, barely sixteen. She never truly believed that her existence mattered.

Bring a child into that kind of world, also while you’re yet young, and there is bound to be turmoil. This sticks. It is painful to read, however, the grip of it is not hard to swallow.

Thank you so much for submitting.

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