As a child I did not have many toys until on a special day I got to visit this woman she was my aunt but I didnt know her all that well. She shared stories of my mom and gave me presents from her. One was a horse with a rainbow tail it was white. I had never had toys or even knew I had another mom who loved me. The mom I knew was a sad woman stuck in the trauma from the child she couldn't stand to see. I guess I was a trigger that she showed so much hate to. I was never allowed to call her mom...