My first zit ⌠my first bra ⌠my first kiss
My birth mom missed them all. She should have been there to tell me it was fine, to reassure me and hold my hand when I got scared. Instead, now Iâll never get the chance to meet her because my dadâs moving us two thousand miles awayâto California.
But she needs to know whatâs happening. She has to understand whatâs going on in my life, whatâs important to me and why I act like I do from time to time.
Thatâs why I started this diary. Itâs a collection of my thoughts, wishes, fears and desires. Hundreds of them, from the past 11 years, all committed to paper and meant for the eyes of just one person. My momâŚ