Hunting the Monster Who Made Me
Language: en
As long as I could remember, I knew my mother had thrown me away. But Pa always spun a different yarn. He’d tell me she loved me more than anything, that she only left because she had to, and that the moment I was old enough, I needed to go find her. For years, I thought it was just his twisted way of letting me dream of a mother’s warmth. That was until social media found its way deep into our mountain holler. One night, Pa was scrolling on his phone when he let out a sudden, jagged whoop. “Weed, look at this! This is your Ma! Get your things, girl. We’re going to the city to get her…