My Mother Chose Her Boyfriend Over Me — Years Later, She Came Looking for Me
I was five years old when my mother left me at Aunt Carol’s house for what she called “a short vacation.” I still remember that day as clearly as if it happened yesterday—the way she kissed my forehead, the scent of her perfume, and the promise that she would be back soon. “Just a week…
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