My Mother Abandoned 10-Year-Old

Given Away

When I was ten, my mother gave me away. She had a new husband, a new baby, and no room for a daughter from her past. “You’re in the way,” she said coldly. I asked if I’d be with Grandma just for the weekend. “No. Permanently.”

My grandmother, Brooke, took me in without hesitation. She was furious. “She’s your child,” she told my mother, who replied, “She’s a mistake.”

Real Love

Grandma didn’t just give me shelter—she gave me a home. She celebrated my birthdays, helped with school, and made me feel loved. When I once asked why my mom didn’t love me, Grandma said, “Some people can’t love anyone but themselves. But that doesn’t mean you’re unlovable.”

One time, Grandma insisted we visit my mom. I made a card for her, hoping to reconnect. She handed it to her son, Jason, saying, “I already have everything I want.” That night, I stopped trying.

The Return

Years passed. I built a life of my own. Then Grandma died. At her funeral, I saw my mother, still ignoring me. Days later, she showed up at my door.

“Jason knows about you now,” she said. Grandma had told him everything. “He thinks I’m a monster. I need you to fix it.”

I refused. “You had choices. You made them.”

I agreed only to let Jason have my number. If he wanted to reach out, it would be his decision.

A New Start

Jason did call. We met. He’d always wanted a sibling and felt betrayed by our mother’s lies. “She gave me you,” he said of Grandma.

We began to build something real.

On Grandma’s birthday, we visited her grave. Across the cemetery stood our mother. Alone.

“She doesn’t deserve us,” Jason said.

“No,” I replied. “She doesn’t.”