After numinous institutions and foster homes, I arrived at the orphanage without a backstory. There being no drama, romance, nor parable of purpose and resilience in just flat-out and simply being abandoned.
And for me, this plot point came late, in ward of the state years, as I was in my early teens- my brothers being younger-when my parents began to disown, discard, and disavow the three of us.
So I arrived at the orphanage without a recognizable and relatable tale of woe. No drunk driver wrong way-ing an exit lane. No shipwreck in the Greek Isles. No Jet Setting jet crash. Just a Mom and Dad that ditched their kids.
And, parents who simply didn’t give a shit, is not a story one can dine out on. No appetite for that at all. On Mother’s Day, I make it a point, and I’m happy to dine alone.