My mother pointing at the door, telling me I was dead to them.
Rain soaking through my sweater while I stood on the porch and listened to the lock click behind me. That was November 14th, 2004.The document stated that Grace Elizabeth Meyers hereby forfeited all inheritance rights and that the Meyers family bore no legal or moral obligation to me — or to any child born to me. Any child born to me. My daughter, reduced to three words in a legal document.
Erased before she took her first breath.
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