Dodał: ThatsMyStory
Im Bree. Im sixteen. My mom left me when I was just a baby. I never knew her. My dad says she couldnt handle the responsibility of raising a child because she was too young. One morning, she went out to the grocery store and never came back. My grandmother raised me. My dad would visit us often but it was my grandmother who was my real parent. The time I lived with her were the best years of my life.
