It wasn’t long before I began to feel my mother didn’t want me anymore. She was having a new baby. I really thing I got confused when I over heard my mother talking one day. I can’t remember who she was speaking with. But she said” My mother told me to have a abortion. She told me I couldn’t come home with my baby.“ Back then, I thought it meant my grandmother didn’t want me. I was very confused. I loved my grandmother very much. For some reason it didn’t matter that I only saw her on holidays or special events. She was grandmother. Something terrible happened between my mother and my grandmother. My mother gave birth the summer of 69. I had a beautiful baby sister. My regret is not knowing that back then.


Now, there was two of us attempting to gain mommy’s attention. I did some mean things to my little sister. What I was not understanding at the time was mother didn’t know who she was. My mother was lost. This made me love my sister. I knew we were going to need each other. My mother was a great provider, and a wonderful teacher. The only problem is she never learned to love(and do it unconditional). My mother’s self esteem was well pass low. We watched the pain she went through.