A Message to My Birth Mom

And the things I couldn’t say

Black and white close up of a baby’s fingers wrapped around an adult finger. Lisa Gerard Braun.
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I said it was okay. But, it wasn’t.

You begged for forgiveness. I gave it freely.

It was what you wanted to hear and I knew that.

After 40 years of wondering why I wasn’t good enough for you, I had come to terms…

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