I looked at Grandma, whose face was tight with anger and grief.
“But why? Did I do something wrong?”
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” my mother snapped.
“I have a real family now. You’re just… in the way.”
Grandma’s hand slammed the table.
“Enough, Pamela! She’s a child, for God’s sake. Your child.”
My mother shrugged.
“A mistake I’ve paid for long enough. Either you take her, or I’ll find someone who will.”
I stood there, tears streaming down my face, invisible to the woman who gave birth to me.
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