A letter to the motherless souls. Happy Mother’s Day.
As mother’s day approaches I reflect on my vision of a mother. They come in all sizes, colors and at different prices.
Growing up as an orphaned child within my own family is a hard reality to accept. But it is what I have.
My bio mother was the one who’s roof I slept under and who’s money paid for my food, but not who’s heart was there for me.
I celebrate mother’s day as a motherless child in a grown woman’s body. And I’m okay with that.
I remember feeling alone and realizing that I was abandoned emotionally at a very young age. In fact, my earliest memories are from when I was 3 or 4 years old looking for a way to leave my family. Praying to god that someone would take me away…. Becoming reclusive and creating my own world internally to get through my days.
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