Trapped in the past.

I don’t know why I always hang on to this memory or even when it was. But what I am beginning to understand it shaped and reinforced who I am today

I am the oldest child of my family kinda the protective element I suppose you could say. But I was born abandoned, not by choice I am sure but circumstance. It was a different time there were different rules. She was young. In a family that could have never cared for me, at least that’s what I tell myself.

I do hope to meet my mother in the next life, along with the mother and father who raised me. It’s maudlin but it’s how I feel sometimes.