I was very young. Around 4 when my little brother was born. I was an only child until he came along. I wanted a little sister. But I guess in that game you never get what you want. I was abused. Ignored like any other extra child. Being the first wasn't enough for my family. I thought my parents loved me until they never asked me about my day or anything. Left me alone. As a baby, my mother worked out in the swamp, way before my brother was born, and I was kept in a crib as she was in a river pulling out weeds. I was bitten by a disease ridden misquito. It changed the pigmentation of my skin on the left side of my face. Just a decent sized circle. But still, as a white female, a huge brown circle on your face is quite noticable. It became cancer. Skin cancer. My age at the time cancer was a big deal but the I couldn't do surgery to my face right away. My mother and father had a smoking addiction so of course second hand smoke was a big deal as a small child. Already cancer ridden my body was very weak and sensitive. The smoke made my nose and throat hurt, but I loved being near my parents. So I inhaled it to be next to them. Due to the years of already having cancer I was weak, until I went back to the doctor and they told me that I had lung cancer in my bottom left lung. Let's just say my whole entire left side is fucked up. Ha, sorry I find it humorous. My jokes aren't very funny. But I tell them on occasion. But overall, I was and still am an, Abused cancer ridden child... Oh, and darling! This is only the epilogue. There is so much more. Be prepared to possibly cry more than the fault in our stars, people. Its about to get sad.
