She Said a Dog Was Better Than a Daughter, Until Regret Struck

I’ve always known since I was little, that a person could mean less than a dog.

To my mom, I was worth far less than her precious dog.

Her dog could stay by her side, soaking in her endless care.

But me? When I was barely a month old, she sent me to the countryside to fend for myself.

A fever, one she ignored, left my left leg permanently damaged.

I didn’t cry, didn’t complain. Quietly, I erased all ties between her and me.

But later, when she heard I’d found a new mom, she completely lost her mind.

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My name is Gabrielle Hackett. Gabe, for short.