Parents love their children. Thats what I've observed. Do my parents love me? No, my mother hates me. Thats why I disappeared. I'm no longer a sister, I'm no longer a daughter, I'm nothing. She pushed her glasses back into place as she walked passed the playground. She slid her hair back behind her ear, opening the door to her house. This place she was someone. She was a friend, she was a sister, she was family.

You took care of me since I was little. No parents only you. Home schooled by you, fed by you my world was you. I want you to stay my world. You took care of me. Now I can take care of myself.