Kidnapped At Birth | Draw My Life - Bite Size Vegan
Dear Momma. I’m trying to remember you. You come to me in parts. Never the whole of you at once. Just parts. Like your eyes. I remember your eyes. Those impossibly big, round, sad eyes. The first thing I ever was those eyes. I opened mine for the first time and met yours. I could see myself reflected back in those eyes. I could see my own eyes, and my face, brand new and so small. And I could see them. I could see them coming. They came and they took me away. And that’s when I started forgetting you.