Pain, abandonment, adopted

The joy of seeing your bio mom for the first time, and the pain.

Bend — I held the phone in my hand, her voice coming in over the speakers in crackly silence. “Hello?” She asked. My voice wavered. “Hi, this is Elena.” I said, and she gasped. We hadn’t talked for ten years...

Wonder, sad, Love

Wondering if she misses me

Bend — I wonder if she misses me. I wonder if she knows I missed her. We used to email every day, during every class, until the last secound at night, and the first secounds into the morning. She was my girl...

Why are people so drama oriented?

Bend — I’m sitting on my chair in math class, emails pouring in through my IPad. “I can’t believe she did that” “That’s so rude” and it goes on and on. Why are people so drama oriented, because we have noth...