600 dollars I was sold mom with a new face dad I didn’t recognize somehow I am yours giggles and toys a room of my own no hitting no yelling am afraid do not understand they came back one Sunday demanded my return mom and dad at the church you talk a child is carried in your belly a dream is to be understand no longer needed not worth the trouble remember me your first daughter that wasn’t yours could I have stayed would you love me too what would life had been like if I had stayed with you
Reason for writing:
in memory of being sold for $600 to a family when I was a child and then returned to my biological family
Birth sign: Not entered
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