When my Mom married my Dad, she thought he had a job. He didnâ€™t. She had to get a job. After I was born my Dad still didnâ€™t get a job. He didnâ€™t want to take care of me, either. When my Mom came home for her job, I was always hungry and wet.
Then one day my Dad went out and didnâ€™t come back. The police had arrested him for armed robbery. My Mom divorced my Dad and married another man while I was still a baby. My stepdad adopted me so I have his last name.
My Mom and stepdad decided that if I knew about my criminal father, I would become a criminal like him. As I grew up I knew I wasnâ€™t my stepdad’s son. We look nothing alike. When I asked my Mom if I was adopted she always said, â€śI did not adopt you.â€ť All of my relatives lied and pretended my stepdad was my real Dad. The lying continued until I was 20 years old and my family finally admitted the truth I always knew.
When my half-sisters were born, my Mom and stepdad treated them better than they treated me. I asked them why. â€śBecause theyâ€™re girls.â€ť
My Mom never hugged me.