From The Wreckage

Momma never cared for me.

I’ve known it down to my very bones even when I was a little girl. I think she loved me because she had to. It never bothered me much until she decided to send me off to her brother for the summer break.

I don’t really remember Uncle Huck.

I know that he’s quiet for the most part and likes to be left alone.

Showing up on his doorstep unannounced isn’t going to go very well, but I don’t have a choice.

Momma doesn’t want me.

Maybe Uncle Huck does.

Someone has to want me because I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on feeling so unloved.