My mom had gotten an unknown disease when I was only 5 years old. At this point of age I didn't know how big a deal this disease was. All I really cared about was coloring and my stuffed tiger, Stripes. As for my mom she was worried about dieing and never seeing me again. Why wasn't she scared she wouldn't see dad you ask? Simple, he died a year before my mom knew I existed. So long daddio! Might sound sad to you but I didn't know him enough to really care. So, considering I had pretty much no family, my great
grandmother took care of me. She had some issues though. She always smoked and gave me soda. Yep at 5. Hm wonder why I was so chubby when I was little. Years passed and I was just turning 10 and I had gotten a new crayon set right when I heard the news of my mothers death. I broke the crayon in my hand. A light blue crayon. I broke that crayon just like my heart had. Only my heart felt like it didn't even exist.
