Alaria:
Every word that was being said about me and my daughter was now hitting me up like something that was bigger than anything that I could have anticipated.
The fact that they were calling her bastard did not run through my veins. It did not swallow. I couldn't, even though I tried to ignore it, and I knew that this place was not safe for her.
“Mom, are we going to go?”
“Yes, baby, we're all we have to leave. It's time for us to go home. We've already extended our visit long enough here.” I said softly as I looked at Anastasia. Her eyes studied my expression for a few moments before she shook her head at me.
“Why don't they like us here, Mama?” She asked, making my chest ache.
“They don't understand us, let alone it's not that they don't like us, but sometimes when people don't
