Mom Or StrangerDear Anna, When will I ever learn that I will never really know about you? I don't even truly know who you are. This is wrong, because I am your daughter. But you are a stranger to me. It has been so long since I last saw you. It was over a summer that I last heard from you. It was the summer when I was going into sixth grade. You came for you're usually two hours of visitation. Then after that day you just called me. The calls kept getting shorter and the time in between them got longer. Then the calls just stopped all together.