That stopped her dead in her tracks. Had she really heard what she thought she did? It couldn’t have been. ❝What?❞ Sure, she knew she’d been adopted, her parents had told her when she was fourteen, but how could JJ be her mother? How was that possible. She was only 16 when she was born. Then it all started to click together. How the woman she thought was her sister was always there for every milestone, often times being there more than he supposed mother was. How JJ would play dolls with her when she was a child, even though JJ was a high school student and could have been out with friends. How when Harmony’s friends turned on her in the 7th grade, JJ was there for her. How she held her in her arms when Harmony’s first boyfriend broke up with her just because she wouldn’t sleep with her. It all made sense at that moment. Harmony spun around fast, eyes wide as saucers. ❝Why didn’t you tell me?❞
❝How do you explain to your daughter that her mother wasn’t good enough to be a mother?❞ JJ asks as she mixed herself a drink before taking a sip, deciding that she didn’t need any coffee anymore for she had something better. ❝Mom, well your grandma really biologically, wanted to have another child after Roz passed away and when I found out that I was pregnant, I couldn’t be a mother then and she could so I did what was best for you.❞ She took another sip of her mixed drink as she looked down at the cup in her hands. ❝Plus, you wouldn’t judge me for my past as my daughter and if you had it would’ve killed me. You never thought I was a tramp but a person. You thought I was a great sister instead of a bad mother.❞
“What do you mean you couldn’t be a mother? I’m sure you’d have been better than mom, or grandma, or whatever.” Harmony couldn’t believe her ears, how could her sister, or technically her mother, lie right to her face all the years? How could she have just up and left her with her grandmother and not say a damn thing? “I don’t care what you thought of yourself. You should have told me the truth.”