My mom had me at a very young age so she wasn't ready for the responsibility of having a child. Sometimes I wish she had put me up for adoption, other times I love my mom more than anything and hate myself for wishing that. This one time, though, I'll always remember. My mom forgot me at the store. She just… forgot me. I was five, so I was scared when I couldn't find her. I thought she had just dropped me off, like an animal she didn't want. Like she had been saying she was going to. Sometimes I wonder if she actually forgot. The important thing is she came back.