Personal Narrative: I Call Mommy

The accident that almost killed me. And the person behind it, I was supposed to call “Mommy”. She doesn’t care nor has she ever taken ownership and always blamed my Dad and I. I was only 18 months old, how was I to know that crawling around in the back seat without a seat belt was dangerous. She’s the one who had foul liquor breath with words sharp like knives, that live on her tongue. I almost died and, consequently, I’m sure you can hear my resentment through my words but it’s how I feel. I blame her for so much. Such as my distorted self image. Because of the accident I have multiple scars and a completely re-arranged top row of teeth. I’m so scared to laugh or smile as a result from years of relentless cruel taunting. And it's so hard because