The prompt was mule. One of the definitions of the word mule is:
a hybrid plant or animal, especially a sterile one.
My mother was a sex worker. My father was a married man, well-respected in his industry. I’m not sure where that leaves me. My mom did the best she could to support me, but when she died, she didn’t leave me with any knowledge of how to take care of myself.
So I turned to him.
My father didn’t want anything to do with me, but he was wealthy enough to give me a stipend every month, so at least I could eat.
Then he died too, and I was left to go hungry.
I don’t know who I am.
©2018 Heather Stephens