meet my birth mother

I was put in a foster home when I was 7. I grew up knowing why. I’d been there I’d seen it with my own eyes. i saw my father lift that gun and fire it three times into my mothers head. I saw her fall to the ground. I saw her die. I will never forget that. I wish I could meet her now, I wish she would just show up on my porch and be like ‘Baby, it was a bad dream. I would never leave you.’ My father is in jail. After he murdered my mom he took my twin sister upstairs… she never came back down. My sister, my identical twin now lays in her grave next to my mama in Alabama where my father is in jail. I forgave him. I love my dad.