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Connecting Hearts

A Spark Between a Mother and a Child

By Jenna DossPublished 5 years ago 5 min read
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Hello, my name is Hannah. My story starts on a cold day in December of 2000. Two people who I can tell you, were not in love, made love between the sheets in an old rusted trailer. Their names were Anne and Don. Anne and Don were the opposite of responsible. In fact the two didn’t have jobs, they lived off of government checks. Anne and Don were merely what you’d call “a couple." They screwed around from time to time. On this particular day in December, Anne and Don hit it off. Little did they know as they made love on that frightful day, a child would come in the following weeks. That child was me, Hannah.

Before I tell you more about my life, let me tell you what a wonderful person Anne was. Let’s see... she wasn’t. Not in my eyes anyways. Some may ask, “What did Anne do for fun?” Well, Anne liked to huff spray paint and screw men unprotected, getting herself knocked up, knowing she can’t take care of a kid, nor does she want one. Let me back up about four years. In December of 1996, Anne and Don were screwing around, nothing unusual for the two. It must be the cold December nights when Anne’s fertility takes off because August 15th 1997 a baby boy was born. A few short years after having the kid, Don’s mom, Janie, saw the child wasn’t being took care of. Anne and Don didn’t feed the child, William, as needed. They also didn’t give William the attention he needed. Soon enough Anne and Don agree to let Janie adopt William. Anyways, enough about William, back to me.

In January of 2001, Anne realized she was pregnant. Anne was not prepared for a child, not did she want one, just like the previous child she had. Anne knew she was better off giving the child away so she could continue to be a whore and huff paint. If you’re sensing some anger toward Anne, over look it for the time being. You’ll understand more. Anne decided to tell Janie about her pregnancy. Janie told Anne she couldn’t take the child this time. She was getting for too old, by the time the child turned 18, she would be 82 years old if she was alive still.

After giving it some thought, Janie told her youngest daughter, Kimmy, about Anne’s pregnancy. Kimmy was on board to take the child until about three months into the pregnancy when Kimmy caught Anne huffing paint. Kimmy told Anne she wasn’t gonna stick around for the pregnancy if she was just gonna kill the child. After giving it some thought, Anne and Janie sat down with Janie’s oldest daughter, *Dons sister* Ammie. Ammie had three teenage boys already but agreed to take the child. A few months later, Anne and Ammie discovered the child was a girl. As Anne seen how badly Ammie wanted the child. Anne told Ammie she wanted a car, trailer, groceries as needed, cigarettes, and $2,000 at birth. Ammie complied up until August 20th, 2001 when I was born. At birth, Anne never held me. She wanted nothing to do with me, we got separate hospital rooms and I never saw Anne again.

I grew up a happy child. I loved to spend time with my grandma, Janie, and my “uncle," William. When I was eight William informed me we were both adopted. I was in denial for a few years. One summer, my middle brother was in PA getting a surgery. My mom went with him so I stayed with my best friend. After questioning it for years, I finally pulled the truth out of my family. My youngest brother brought me to his house and explained the situation. Soon enough my mom came home and told me the truth as well.

From that moment on my life changed, I changed. I changed for the better and for the worse. It made me stronger and it made me weaker. For many years I questioned who I was, who I would become. I always grew up around Don. He stayed around. I was never very found of him, at a time I discovered he was on drugs such as Meth. Anne moved to PA but until two years ago, I only knew what my family told me about Anne. Nobody knew where she was or how to contact her. As a 15-year-old I took on habits of my own that I admit I am not proud of. I used crappy coping skills and was an angry teenager. I rebelled from my parents and began to go what I wanted.

After giving it time, I began to understand things more. I saw my moms point of view and I wasn’t as angry anymore. After searching for some time, I would Anne online, but I didn’t find what I was looking for. I found an obituary that informed my Anne passed away six years ago. It took some time to understand who I was and who I was going to be. All around I believe I am a stronger person today, then I ever was. My mom, Ammie, always gave me whatever I wanted and supported me with everything. My biggest regret is not giving my mom all the respect over the years she deserved. Ammie fought for my when nobody else did. The moral of my story is life is shit. You gotta look at the bigger picture and appreciate the little things. Life goes on.

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About the Creator

Jenna Doss

My names Jenna, I’m 17. Chasing dreams aren’t easy, so bare with me on this one 😅. I’ve always loved to write and I’ve got quite a few stories to share so I hope you enjoy them! 😊

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