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What's the story, morning glory?
The story is that my parents are giving serious thought to moving back to Kansas. Again. For the billionth time since we've been here. I'm going to have to go along, if they decide to go. It makes me completely sick to my stomach and I'd still probably rather die than go, but I've reconciled that there are worse things than being subjected to a town full of people that systematically abused me for me years. Somehow, there just are. I still have nightmares about that place and those people but no one seems to give a shit, so it must not be a big deal.
The other story is that the child who I have practically raised the entire past year is moving away. She's almost one year old now, I've been watching her since since was two months old. I already feel lost without her. She's my little girl who I love and would do anything for. I've cleaned up every bodily fluid imaginable of this child's, seen to her while she was sick, etcetera. And now it's just like, 'Oh. Alright then. Bye.' I've done everything, literally everything for this child for a year. I get paid what, pennies a day? It's a huge blow. I love this kid. I do. I've learned so much about kids from her.
What am I going to do?
The story is that my parents are giving serious thought to moving back to Kansas. Again. For the billionth time since we've been here. I'm going to have to go along, if they decide to go. It makes me completely sick to my stomach and I'd still probably rather die than go, but I've reconciled that there are worse things than being subjected to a town full of people that systematically abused me for me years. Somehow, there just are. I still have nightmares about that place and those people but no one seems to give a shit, so it must not be a big deal.
The other story is that the child who I have practically raised the entire past year is moving away. She's almost one year old now, I've been watching her since since was two months old. I already feel lost without her. She's my little girl who I love and would do anything for. I've cleaned up every bodily fluid imaginable of this child's, seen to her while she was sick, etcetera. And now it's just like, 'Oh. Alright then. Bye.' I've done everything, literally everything for this child for a year. I get paid what, pennies a day? It's a huge blow. I love this kid. I do. I've learned so much about kids from her.
What am I going to do?