When my mother decided I was a burden, I was ten. She had a new family and I didn’t fit the picture. So she removed me and gave me away like I was nothing to raise her “perfect son.” My grandma took me in and raised me.
I hadn’t seen my mother in years. Not since she decided my brother was worth raising… but I wasn’t.
My mother, Pamela, stood under an umbrella with her perfect family — her husband Charlie and their son Jason… my replacement and the “golden” child worthy of her love.
She didn’t cry.
“I don’t know how to do this without you, Grandma,” I muttered to the grave.
I was born from a brief affair and I was an inconvenience my mother never wanted. When I was ten, she married my stepfather Charlie and gave birth to their “perfect son” Jason.
I still remember the day she told me I wouldn’t be living with them anymore.
“Rebecca, come here,” she said where she sat with Grandma Brooke.
“Yes, Mom?” I asked.
“You’re going to live with Grandma now.”
“Like… for the weekend?”
“No,” she said. “Permanently. Grandma’s going to look after you from now on.”
