So at first I was born in a town and my mother named me Hannah then I grew up I got bored so I ran away at 12 made a little base had 6 kids but they all died so their was no hope for the family to keep on going then I died at 50 when I looked at the family tree I regret running away because my mother die at 60 and her last words were “this is so sad.no hope no life. My daughter died” at the time she didn’t know I was alive still now I feel vary sad.
The name was Jen not Hannah sorry for the mistake
A story all too common…
That hits really hard. 