Chapter Hundred-and-Twelve

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚

The words play out in my head, but none of it makes any sense. One minute we were here for some ice cream and the next I'm getting another emotional dump in my lap. Why can’t my life follow a straightforward plan for once? What now, do I have another foster family somewhere else and maybe a half zebra surviving in the wild?

“I hear what you’re saying, and to some extent I understand you, but I’m fine with just one mother. I'm sorry to say this but I don’t care about any story; I don’t want to hear it, at least not for now. Thank you for whatever you did for my mother but we’ll be leaving now.”

“Aretha, honey. You shouldn't speak to her like that, you were trained better.” My mother says, a slight reprimand in her tone.

“By who exactly?” A sarcastic laugh bubbles out of my mouth. “I grew up in a home where no one cared one bit about me and in a family that only kept me as a means to an end by the way, then when they were done with me, you and Dad popped out of nowhere like