My Mother's Regret At My Tiny Grave

Synopsis

When I was ten, my dad passed away from liver cancer. The Child Protective Services decided to send me off to my birth mom, Serena Lane, a woman I hadn't seen in a decade. The day I left, I put on the only clean shirt in my closet and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. With all the other kids raised by relatives in the small town watching me with envy, I climbed onto the bus bound for the city. People always said kids with moms were spoiled rotten, and now I wasn't just some unwanted weed anymore. With my heart full of hope, I spent twelve long hours on the road before I finally met my mom. But what greeted me wasn't the warm hug I'd dreamed of; it was a barrage of hysterical yelling and insults. She glared at me, her face twisted with fear and disgust as she screamed. Mom said, "Why did you come looking for me? Why didn't you just die with your rapist father? "Just seeing you brings back all the nightmares I can't escape. You disgust me. "Go die. Go die!" In that moment, every last bit of hope I had shattered in an instant. So it turned out that just being here was enough to make her fall apart. If she hated me this much, maybe I should just die.