A woman came to see me yesterday.
“I’m your mother,” she said.
She wanted a hug, but I don’t hug strangers.
I stood still and let her hug me only because my real mother said I should.
My real mother hugged me yesterday, saying my birth mother would come later.
“Be nice to her. This will be very hard for her.”
How can it be hard? She didn’t want me.
Mom said my birth mother loved me enough to give me up.
I would never, ever give up Miss Amanda, my doll.
When you love someone, you keep them forever.