The First Child of Sundrip Journals (AOL Hometown hosting)

Dear Mom,

You may not know me. I'm not the child you thought I was, I am the adult that grew from the child that you actually had. I'm was not the manipulative child you thought you had. I was the innocent child that was born to you. I do not know the child that you thought you had. I do not know of all the things you say are her fault but attach to me as if I could carry her burden. I was couldnt carry hers and yours. I've heard the things you said about her and I wonder how on earth something so small could cause all the trouble you said this little one caused. I am so happy that wasn't me. I hear that you felt she was killing her love for you. What on earth did she do? Man, I'm happy I never ran into that kid. I heard about the mice, the sex, the blood, the Bible, I hear about the homelessness, the hunger, the dowel rods on naked skin. I heard that this little girl that got confused with me was so bad that you wanted to send her away. I heard that you needed to practice tough love on this little girl and that you had to walk out of the house so that you didnt kill her. I hear she went after you and you threatened to strangel her to death. Man, who was this kid. You say she looks like me, talks like me, walks like me. I've never seen her. When was she born? I've heard about her being a liar and hurting you inside all the time. I heard that you tried your hardest and gave her your life and she just hurt you in return. she wont call you or let you know how she is doing. I have a question though, if she is the bad daughter and I am not then why do you think so much about her when you have me? I mean, why does it matter if this bad kid calls you? She seems to take up so much of your time. Have you still not noticed me? I may look like this person you say is and was so horrible, but I dont even know her. I may sound like her, but I dont know her. Do you still not know who I am? I'm not the child you thought I was. I am the adult that grew from the child that you actually had.

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