I love my mother. I pray one day forgiveness can come.

My father left us soon after I became ill. The crushing medical bills coupled with stress became too much and when he left for a pack of cigarettes, we knew the the only smoking hot thing was the whore between his legs. They married soon after.

Mom worked long hours at the hospital to provide and when she came home I was her sun and moon. As my health deteriorated her attentiveness became overwhelming and regardless of ethical procedures, I was often placed in her ward so she could keep a watchful eye over my health. No cause could be found to my ailments. Diarrhea, vomiting, seizures, and weakness so severe standing became a marathon. Tests were run yet one after another, diseases were ruled out. Discharges often ended in a 911 call hours later and once again the cycle began anew.

Hospitals transferred me as doctors became frustrated. Nobody wanted the medical mystery on their hands. Then one day a test was accidentally performed. Somebody with a similar name came in exhibiting symptoms of hypernatremia after a soy sauce drinking bet went dangerously wrong. Blood being drawn was a regular occurrence and I thought nothing of it as I drifted to sleep. Days later a detective was in my room asking questions about my mother. “When did I begin to get sick? Were you two always alone during the start of these episodes? Had any food before the illnesses began tasted overly salty?”

As the questions continued a panic arose within. My mother loved me. The thought of her making me ill was repulsive, unimaginable. The trial started just months after the first test was performed. Evidence was plentiful, although I refused to testify against the woman who took care of me during the worst of the illness, never leaving my side. The lack of illness I presented after being moved into foster care became a compelling argument throughout the trial though. Her sentencing was the worst day of my life

I never meant for this to happen. All I wanted was my father to pay attention to me. I love my mother. I pray one day forgiveness can come.