I Found My REAL Mother on Instagram! #animated #story

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ABOUT THE EPISODE
The story is about Anne who finds her real mom on Insta. What is she gonna do?

KEYWORDS:
Instagram, Real Mother, Birth Mother, Stepmother

SCRIPT:
Hey guys. My name is Annie and this is my story about me and my mom. To start, you should know that up until January this year, I only knew 3 things about my birth mother:
She had given me my name: Annie Grace.
I got my honey-coloured hair and green eyes from her (I figured this one out on my own – my dad has dark, curly hair and blue eyes).
She abandoned me when I was only one month old, and she left my dad to look after me. Dad never said “abandoned,” of course. He tried to phrase it as nicely as he could. But honestly, what else do you call it when a mom runs away without her newborn baby and boyfriend? And she has no intention of seeing either of them again?
So anyway, for my whole childhood, that was all I knew. And it was all I really needed. After Mom ran away, Dad was lost. Her best friend, Alicia, offered to let us move in with him so that she could take care of him and help him take care of me. And she did a really good job of it, too - so good, in fact, that by the time I was one, Alicia and Dad had fallen in love. Alicia is the one in all my baby photos. In fact, my first word, pointing at her, was “Mama.” So you see, I DID have a mom. She may not have given birth to me, but she was there for me almost from day one.
With Alicia, my dad’s heart healed. They had two babies of their own; my twin brothers, Luke and Manny, who had dark hair and blue eyes like Dad and Alicia. They never lied to me about who my mother was, which I am SUPER grateful for – can you imagine how traumatic it would be to find out Alicia wasn’t my mom when I was a teenager, or later? Still, all I knew about my birth mother were those 3 facts, even though I was a very curious kid and always asked for more.
That all changed on my fifteenth birthday. I guess Dad thought I was old enough to handle more information, so he sat me down at our kitchen table with a hot chocolate (whipped cream and sprinkles on top, too – I knew something was up!) and then he pulled out a little, yellowed photo album. “I know you’ve been wondering about your birth mother,” he said, “And I think it’s finally time you saw these. I don’t have many pictures of her, but I always held onto these, in case you wanted them one day.”
I took the photo album from him in my shaking hands. The first picture was of a much younger Dad. He was at a party and had his arm around a woman who looked just like me! She had smooth, blonde, shoulder-length hair and dimples when she smiled. In the next photo, there was a slight baby bump under her shirt. I looked up at Dad. “We’d only been dating for a few months when your mom got pregnant. You were an accident – but the best kind of accident.” I nodded, and suddenly saw the writing next to the photo. It said: “Lisa and Beanie.”
“Who’s Lisa and Beanie?”
“Beanie is what I called you before we decided on your name. At the first doctor’s appointment, they said you were only the size of a baked bean, and the nickname stuck. And Lisa… Lisa is your mom’s name. Lisa Grace Luckett. I always liked that name. It sounds like a character in a children’s book.” He sounded sad. I reached out to hold his hand.
There were only a couple more photos, mostly of my mom – Lisa Luckett – growing increasingly pregnant. I learned a few more things about her from these photos. She had a huge tattoo of a snake across her shoulders and the back of her neck, and she was really good at painting. Then, suddenly, on the last page, she was lying in a hospital bed, cradling a tiny bundle of blankets. “That’s you,” Dad said softly, “Little Annie Grace.” That was the last photo.
“The rest of my photos are all of you. You’ve seen those already,” Dad explained. I felt something warm and wet on my cheeks and suddenly realized that I was crying. “Why didn’t she WANT me?” I whispered. Dad held my hand tighter. “It’s not that she didn’t want you….she didn’t want any of this. She didn’t want to marry me; she didn’t want a husband and family, or a house with a mortgage on it, or a 9to5 job, or even a dog that she has to feed. She was young and she didn’t want to be tied down by anything, even a beautiful little baby girl. So she chose freedom...and I had to let her go.”
I nodded, looking down through my tears at the picture of my tiny baby self being cradled by Lisa Luckett and her snake tattoo. Dad made me another hot chocolate, and we sat there for a while. Not really talking. Just keeping each other company...

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