Sandra’s POV«SIX YEARS LATER.»“Bring in my phone, Brandon.” I said as my son ran into the kitchen with the phone held tightly to his hand, handing it to me.I smiled, patting his head. “Mom, I'm eating one of your cupcakes today.” He requested and I nodded, making him run out in joy.It's been five years; five years and everything still feels fresh. The feeling of being humiliated and dumped out of my parent's house still held a hole in my heart. How they had suggested I pin the pregnancy on him.Her words always ring in my head every day, every night as I reminisce if everything could have been different if it wasn’t like this. I didn't want to believe she was my mother at that point because why would your mother even suggest a decision like that?Sad, devastated, and shattered, I fled away from the country, and do not ask me how I fled. Trust me, it wasn't an easy task for me and I had several sleepless nights, hoping to find a better version of myself.What I have learned so
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