I was born January 27, 2001.
"I was a purple loaf of bread" this is how my brother described me.
Both my mom and I could of dies *snaps fingers* just like that. My mom was losing blood DRASTICALLY, I was drowning in my mother's blood. I died for 10 minutes. I was revived and sent home that day, I could hear my mom crying, "Our 6th child Michael, OUR SIXTH!" She spoke softly like a angel from heaven. She was the most beautiful woman ANYONE could see (for being 38 at least). EVERYONE LOVED HER! She had no enemies (other than family), she ALWAYS had a smile on her face, even if she didn't, she looked into my eyes and said, "Your going to be a legend my son."
I fell asleep.
