They say you don’t get to choose your family. But what happens when the family you were given isn’t there to choose you back? I don’t remember much about the first few years of my life. Just flashes of my mother’s face, framed by cigarette smoke…
They say you don’t get to choose your family. But what happens when the family you were given isn’t there to choose you back? I don’t remember much about the first few years of my life. Just flashes of my mother’s face, framed by cigarette smoke…