C55 MML 55

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the food Ms. Hazel had prepared earlier. Without ado, I took it and then started eating while crying. With every bite, I can't help but to question why my mother gave me away and never visited or tried to see me even once. Did she not want me? Did she really dislike me so much that after I was born and briefly held in her arms