The Boy Who Carried Me

Summary

My mom was the quintessential 90s rebel girl.

When she gave birth to me at 19, she didn't even know who my father was.

Always concerned with her image, she took one look at my dark, wrinkled newborn face and decided I embarrassed her.

So, she secretly threw me away.

And while she was at it, she threw away her new boyfriend's son, too.

Five-year-old Lucas took my hand and led me into a life of wandering.

He resented me, yet he spent half his life desperately protecting me.