Because of Winn-Dixie
"See," I said, "you don't have any family and neither do I. I've got the preacher, of course. But I don't have a mama. I mean I have one, but I don't know where she is. She left when I was three years old. I can't hardly remember her. And I bet you don't remember your mama much either. So we're almost like orphans." (3.2)
"I think the preacher thinks about my mama all the time, too. He's still in love with her […] he's still hoping she'll come back. But he doesn't tell me that. He won't talk to me about her at all." (3.8)
"She loved you very much."
"But she left me," I told him.
"She left us," said the preacher softly. […] "She packed her bags and left us, and she didn't leave one thing behind." (4.18-20)