I was only ten when my mother told me I wasn’t part of her “real” family anymore. She had a new husband, a new baby, and no space left in her life for me. So she gave me away — like I was nothing. My grandma took me in and raised me with the love and care my mother never gave. Grandma Brooke became my everything — my parent, protector, and safe place. While my mother played happy family with her new life, I was healing from the wound she left behind. For years, she never called, never asked about me, never showed up. Not until Grandma died. At the funeral,
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