My mother was my teacher. Every teacher I have had.
My father was brick walls and tile floors.
I was raised on perfection.
I was raised on stress.
Anxiety was my playmate.
Tests and quizzes were the games we played.
The prize was this idea of perfection.
I was brought up on pressure.
Tears of not understanding.
My lullaby was the speaker and the bell saying that my day was done.
I don't remember childhood.
I don't remember being raised.
Not by my parents anyway.
Yes, they loved me,
But it was not with them that I spent my day.
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Abby Ramsay
Actress, model, activist, femenist, asexuality and mental illness advocate, and dog mom. Abby grew up in Pennsylvania before moving to LA to get her BFA in acting.
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