Here’s the thing. My mom told me I was adopted years ago. And I’m 17 now. I have the dead skin on one of my heels. And she was like, “you were thrown on the streets, and a dog bit it. If it weren’t for me or [ my dad ], you’d be on the streets!”. Sometimes, I think, f***. Did they take me from the orphanage or the streets? I don’t even know if I can ask about my birth parents. It’s so messed up. I feel so horrible. So, emotionally down. I wish she said it differently.