Maya Beck is a lapsed Muslim, meta-otaku, broke blipster, and socially-anxious social justice bard. She is an alum of writing programs including VONA, Kimbilio, and Tin House, and her writing has been nominated for the Pushcart and Best of the Net. She tweets as @mayathebeing and blogs at mayabeck.com.
I was twelve when my mother was born. Twelve or thereabouts. If I’d been older, I could have said things like I never wanted to be a daughter; I don’t have a filial bone in my body. Relatives could have tilted their heads at me, insisting I’d change my mind. But I was twelve so I said nothing. I had no relatives.
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