Mom’s Regret After I Died

When I was three years old, during a car accident, I was struck in the head by a car while trying to protect Mom.

After that, the doctors said something inside my head had broken, and I'd never be quite right. Everyone back home called me the slow one.

Late at night, I'd see her crying alone.

On my seventh birthday, Mom took me to Manhattan, and that was when I discovered that she had a second home and another daughter, Charlotte.

In front of strangers, she wouldn't claim me. She only let me call her Miss Eleanor.