SapphireStars29

It's not my fault, it's not my fault.  It isn't me, it isn't me.  I'm not a mistake, it's not my fault.  I'm not a mistake... am I? Prologue Late September 2004 "I'm moving," my mother said.  "In two months." "Okay," I said. That's it.  That's what I said to defend myself, when my mother told me that she was moving and implying that I wasn't coming with her.  She'd killed two birds with one stone: kicked me out of the place that had been my home and than by removing herself from it, she had erased it from the places I recognized.  The house we had lived in for as many