
When I Was 10, I Found Out My Mom Was Being Paid to Raise Me
Today, I turned 30. Everyone keeps asking me, “How does it feel to be 30?” “Dirty Thirty, Sierra!” they say with big smiles, handing me champagne and hugging me tight. I smile back and nod like I have it all together. But inside? It feels different. Like holding a fragile glass—beautiful but easy to break. Because today is the first time I’m finally ready to tell a story I’ve carried in my heart since I was just ten years old. A story about family. About silence. About surviving when love