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Not so much a story but, ramblings that I need to get off my chest, because I can, of a child from my memories and what I would say to her if I could go back and talk to her. And my thoughts and feelings on the situations.
Looking back I can see what happened was wrong to us, that it was abuse in a form of neglect. Me and my brother, we didn't deserve what happened to us, but of corse at the time that was normal for us, to have a mother who sometimes loved us, I don't doubt that she didn't but... On things I've read and been told, and if memory serves me right, she didn't love us enough.
At times we would do things, but, Doesn't every child want attention? We didn't ask to be born into such a situation, we didn't ask to have what he had, a mother who couldn't cope.
Twice we where taken away, twice we where sent away, you'd think once would be enough. But again, we where young and blamed ourselves, we weren't uncontrollable, we where kids, kids trying to be kids,