When I was 5 years old, I was sent on a plane, ALONE, from New york to florida. The person who I thought was my mother, was actually my aunt. My real mother, met me at the airport. I didn’t like her,-I don’t like her.
When I was 5 years old, I was sent on a plane, ALONE, from New york to florida. The person who I thought was my mother, was actually my aunt. My real mother, met me at the airport. I didn’t like her,-I don’t like her.
