"Are you ready?" Daddy asked when we got in the car. I don't know if I'm ready, I don’t know if I will be able to smile at my mom thinking about the pain she caused leaving us. I don't know... If I could. "I think so..." I just looked out the window when the car commenced. Today, we are going to meet my mom. And dad still wants me to talk to mommy, like the old times mommy is my favorite to talk to, the one who I want to sleep next to, and the one who I want to be informed about my dilemmas. My favorite person in my whole life, but she's the first one who broke my heart. The one who left me just to be with the other family. Sometimes I thought that she didn't like me so she left and looked for someone else. Sometimes I also doubt her love. If she really loved me, me, and daddy, or did she really consider me a child. Lots of questions, but I don’t know if I’ll get the right answers.
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