Sheree Harris-Brown
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The Black Butterfly
Living My Truth was beginning to become my daily norm, despite all the backlash I've gotten from my family. Was I the cause of the mix-up the filled drama and constant arguments? I couldn't figure out what to do with the fact that I'm going to finally come face to face with my enemy someone I've never seen before but constantly kept putting images together. See I was adopted and I didn’t find out the truth until this year when my mother suddenly passed away it put a real damper on the family especially me. The hurt I experienced was a hurt I’ve never felt so deep as if I was running through a rose bush full of thorns dark and cold , rough & fierce. As the saltwater tears of sadness streamed down my cold cheeks I whimpered in silence wishing I could hold her and feel the warmth of her body next to my young motherless body. Yes motherless I didn't have a mother anymore and even though I had my father I really didn't have him, we found out three years ago he was diagnosed with cancer and it was beginning to eat at his brain cells. Sometimes he knows me and sometimes he doesn't it was a hit and miss but he's all I have now. Between me and my siblings we didn't have the best relationship, everyone grieves different and do I mean differently. Me being the youngest and also the black sheep is what's gotten me to let out my untold truth the mystery, the guilt and sadness behind “The Black Butterfly”
By Sheree Harris-Brown3 years ago in Families