There are a lot of things I can’t remember. Things that anyone should be able to mutter out in a split second from a simple trigger in my brain would take me hours of recollection, reconstruct and piece together. Parts of my childhood that others remember clearly are still vague to me even after so many years. Bits and pieces of memory come to me when I think real hard, but that’s all they are -- memories.
When I first arrived in this World, I was with a family that loved me from day one. I was happy and ecstatic with the parents I had, even happier with my sibling that time. I was always loved unconditionally.
My older sibling, Charles was over protective of me but my parents could care less as he was taking my care. After having four abortions before me, I was the lucky one to arrive.
