I names the baby mary, after samuel and lia's grandmother, she was always nice to me. mary grew so fast, i left her with neighbors during the day while i was at school. nobody needed to know that my mama didn't care. she didn't even look at the baby, at mary. all mama could say was
"She's ugly. I hate her!" so... mary and i grew up togehter.. i took care of her and mama for a few years... then suddenly, when i was fourteen and mary was six, mama suddenly like woke up. she wanted to know everything that was going on. it was weird, like she was a new mama or something. she tried giving mary bottles at bedtime and baby food. she even put mary in the crib for nights at a time. mama told em to go out and have fun, but there wasn't anybody to have fun with, i didn't talk to anybody from school, i just came home to take care of mama and mary. well, mama didn't like that answer. she took one look at me and then threw a fit. she grabbed all of my clothes and threw them at me, along with a bookbag. she looked furious as she told me to pack my bag and"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK!"so i got out. mary cried, she didn't understand what was going on so she cried. it was the only way that mary knew how to really communicate. i hugged mary and promised her that i'd be back, that i was only going out for a night or two. and then i left. my mama didn't even say goodbye. i left, and i didn't know where to go. 