Her
My mom didn’t show up until I was three or four. My dad was a single, working father who lived with his own mother(so he could have free child care), and my sister and I had trust issues. Our birth mother had left us alone with someone who hurt little girls so she could buy drugs. Even when we weren’t alone, we might as well have been. We were sleeping in dirty laundry to keep warm, or scrounging for food because nobody fed us, or running naked into Chico streets because nobody was sober enough to keep an eye on the front door. When my dad found out how bad things were, he took us away from her. He felt bad that we didn’t have a mother anymore, so he went looking for one.