Anna or Dream, whatever her name was now, sat still as the strangers in her front told her the story of how she was taken away from them at birth. This was not what she needed right now, she didn’t need another set of parents telling her what to do, she wanted to live her life on her own terms, she didn’t need this new drama in her life. As she looked at the woman in front of her, she remembered all those scary nights where she would want, hope and pray that her mother would come and wrap protective hands around her. She tried to picture what her mother would look like several times but seeing her in her front right now, she didn’t know how she felt.
For the last two and a half years, she had repeatedly blamed her mother for abandoning her, for leaving her with her dead-beat father whose
