Reminiscing of a Curse Child
Sorry I Did This To My Mother
Warning May Cause Trigger ❌❗️⚠️
Hello, My name is Ally.
I was born in April 11
On the day I was conceived
I made my mother Bleed.
I pretend to be sick that caused
My parents to fight.
Was I pretending ?
I got attacked very young
Cause I was to cute for my own good.
You wanted to spoil me, dearest mother.
You used all your savings and wealth on me.
You became poor because of me.
I ran away because I don’t want to curse you
Anymore.
You cared to much !
You curse your own self!
Am I ungrateful ?
Only time will tell, this is not
The end of my being your curse.
Best Regards,
Your Curse Child
P.S. Was it really all my fault?
About the Creator
Mariann Carroll
Proactive for positive change.Born in the City of Chicago ,Illinois.
Multi race .Studied in a foreign country .Fluent in several languages .
fascinated by diversity.A Romantic and a dreamer.Interest in healthy living
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Comments (5)
So very sad. 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗. That is all I can say.
Powefull & heartbreaking!!! Sending hugs!!!💖💖💕
This was so heartbreaking! Nothing is ever a child's fault. My purpose or my accident, it's a man and a woman who bring a child into this world so it's their fault
Oh, Mariann, this is so poignant & heartrending! Please say it's not how you feel about yourself & your relationship with your mother. Please tell us that it is simply an expression of your imagination that breaks our hearts in two. If you haven't figured it out yet, I think this is really powerful & heartbreaking. Well done.
Awww 🥹That was unbearable...