‘I learned that my mom wasn’t really my mom’
“When I was 20 years old, I learned that my mom wasn’t really my mom, my dad wasn’t really my dad, and my siblings weren’t really my siblings.
“My mother got pregnant with me at a very young age. They sent her to Louisiana to give birth and then immediately brought me back. My biological grandmother raised me as her daughter. For 20 years, I thought she was my mother. And my biological mother was raised as my sister. She was there my whole life, but I just thought she was my sister.
“I found out the truth when my grandmother came over one day, sat me down and told me. She had a very wicked sense of humor, so I just figured she was messing with me. But she was like, ‘No. I’m serious.’
“I went through the whole grieving process. There was a lot of anger, denial and resentment. For the longest time, I struggled with it. Ultimately, I was able to come to grips with it. I told myself that this obviously is the path God has chosen for me. There’s a purpose behind this story. I’m meant to do something important. I’m meant to touch the lives of others in some way.
“Before my grandmother passed about five years ago, we all had come to terms with it. I don’t carry any animosity toward my biological mother or my grandmother. It’s definitely a tale with many twists and turns. But I feel like this whole experience has made me that much stronger. I’ve accepted it and I’ve used it to help make a positive impact on others.”
— Victoria Marron
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