(Bexley)
"We started seeing the signs when she was only four years old." My mom began, making me stand up as I began pacing the room.
"Things like lying and blaming you for it, and then the aggression began. Your dad and I..we noticed it was worse when I showed you attention." She whispered, her voice wavering as she sniffled over the phone.
"Luckily you seemed to forget about most of it..but she did things like cut your hair or even pushed you down the slide. I thought it was just the jealousy taking over." She explained and I didn’t even remember those things happening.
"But when we found the drawings, that's when Dad said we should take her in to be seen."
"Drawings?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I lifted my hand and bit my thumbnail anxiously.
"Yes..they..well..they were all
