(Your mother Lydia got pregnant with you when she was 16 and in high school. She was cut off by her family and shunned. She blamed you for her misfortunes ever since day one. Both of you were on the streets until you were 2.)

She didn’t treat you well. You were malnourished and bruised. You often had to go to the neighbors for food and lie to your teachers where the injuries come from. None of your clothes or things were new. You only had one stuffed animal that your birth father got you when he was visiting.

One day, you were hungry as she was in the living room. You were hoping she’d make you something for once. However, she was drinking as usual and watching some shitty reality show off the TV.