a brief history.

He’s 16. Looks like his daddy. Has never been able to call me mama, because his own mama won’t let him. I’ve been around for ten years.

So he and I became good friends. He refers to me as his sister instead of his stepmom. I’m 33. Not so hard to believe.

He’s on a jagged path in his drug use. But he’s 16, the world is his oyster, and he’s invincible.

Sometimes I need to talk. I’m not the mama, but he’s still my boy.

the Boy


One thought on “a brief history.

  1. nikki9door says:

    I hope writing about this will help you digest all that comes with caring like a mama but not being ‘the’ mama…Nikki

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