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Talk about your mother.
I was born November 15th 2008. We think; that's the best that my mom could find out. My mom is the most important person in my life; my life wouldn't be what it is if it weren't for her.
This is my mom; Lisa Cuddy.
She found me when I was little over a few weeks old, maybe a month and took me to the hospital.
She fostered me shortly after, adopting me a few months after that. I've been with her ever since and have never wanted anything else.
She's a doctor, she's kind and caring; just about some of the traits you'd expect a doctor to have, and a mother. My mom works hard, so hard and she's good at her job; its tough but she knows what she wants and she works until she gets it. The only thing that that didn't work at was finding someone, or having a baby. But on the latter she kept trying, even when she said that she was done and giving up. She tried once more, and found me.
Here's the part that gets... depressing.
This is my biological mom.
I don't know her name and I don't want to. She never told anyone about me and had she not gotten sick and gone to my moms hospital, I would have been left in that squat house. She went into labour and left me in an alley way, covering me with a coat. I don't know if she thought that I was dead or was just leaving me there, but if I had the chance to ask I wouldn't. She died a few days (if that) after I was brought to hospital. I've never met her and I don't want to, or my biological father; nothing is known about him. She was roughly my age or thereabouts when she had me. And no one was to know about me. She's never been a mother to me, she's never felt it; she was just... there.
This is my mom.
The only mom that I want or need. The most important person in my life.
I was born November 15th 2008. We think; that's the best that my mom could find out. My mom is the most important person in my life; my life wouldn't be what it is if it weren't for her.
This is my mom; Lisa Cuddy.
She found me when I was little over a few weeks old, maybe a month and took me to the hospital.
She fostered me shortly after, adopting me a few months after that. I've been with her ever since and have never wanted anything else.
She's a doctor, she's kind and caring; just about some of the traits you'd expect a doctor to have, and a mother. My mom works hard, so hard and she's good at her job; its tough but she knows what she wants and she works until she gets it. The only thing that that didn't work at was finding someone, or having a baby. But on the latter she kept trying, even when she said that she was done and giving up. She tried once more, and found me.
Here's the part that gets... depressing.
This is my biological mom.
I don't know her name and I don't want to. She never told anyone about me and had she not gotten sick and gone to my moms hospital, I would have been left in that squat house. She went into labour and left me in an alley way, covering me with a coat. I don't know if she thought that I was dead or was just leaving me there, but if I had the chance to ask I wouldn't. She died a few days (if that) after I was brought to hospital. I've never met her and I don't want to, or my biological father; nothing is known about him. She was roughly my age or thereabouts when she had me. And no one was to know about me. She's never been a mother to me, she's never felt it; she was just... there.
This is my mom.
The only mom that I want or need. The most important person in my life.