At ten, my mother decided I no longer fit into her “new perfect family” and gave me away to my grandmother like I was baggage. Grandma Brooke raised me with love and warmth, becoming the only real parent I ever had. Years later, I stood at her grave, heartbroken, while the woman who abandoned me stood across the cemetery without even looking at me,
My mother had erased me from her life — and from my half-brother Jason’s. She told Grandma if she ever mentioned me to him, she’d cut them both off. So Grandma kept the truth to herself, raising me and documenting my life in secret.
