Let me start by saying this is a story about my sister and I when we were both a lot younger. I have two sisters, they are both older than me. One by five years and the other by eight. Neither of them were raised by my mother, she was ********** when they were born. The oldest one, I’ll call her Charlotte for name sake, (even though that’s not her real name), was raised by my grandparents in the next state over from where my mom and I lived. We visited often, driving over for the weekend once a month or so and occasionally my mom left me to visit for a week or two while she went back home.
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Let me start by saying this is a story about my sister and I when we were both a lot younger. I have two sisters, they are both older than me. One by five years and the other by eight. Neither of them were raised by my mother, she was ********** when they were born. The oldest one, I'll call her Charlotte for name sake, (even though that's not her real name), was raised by my grandparents in the next state over from where my mom and I lived. We visited often, driving over for the weekend once a month or so and occasionally my mom left me to visit for a week or two while she went back home.… 続きを読む