HAYLEY’S P.O.V

Growing up I always thought about what it would feel like to see my mother.

My dad had no pictures of her, it had been a stupid fling and she never reached out to him. He could have found her if he did but he never wanted to. He told me that if I still wanted to find her when I turned eighteen then he would.

I went through all the stages of grief. There was anger at the fact that she had abandoned me and never tried to come back. There was the ...