It’s been nearly many years since you left. I’ve seen your face only three times since when you came to meet me.
But one night this past August, I needed answers. I needed YOU. But you were not there mum.
For the first time in all these years I made the call I had been wanting to make for so long but couldn’t, but you did not pick them at all.. I was brave enough to take that first step, but until when everything in vain. I made the call to a number I wasn’t even sure was yours, partially hoping you wouldn’t answer. But you did. There I was, driving in my car, not knowing where to begin. The fact that I had to start our conversation with “This is Becca, your daughter,” tells a person everything they’d need to know about our situation.
The pain and anger that had built up from all those
