To any one the day that we where born we don't remember or how it started well I know the beautiful story of how I came into this well "beautiful word." It was October 3, 2000. My Mother was with my oldest sister at the store, when my mother felt a little off and well so on her water broke and well it was time for me to POP out of there, mom drop off my sister to my grandparents (her parents) and her and my father went to the hospital well... They should have but my FATHER had to get somethings to drink and eat so... We went to Burger King and then headed to the hospital but on the way my mom killed a chipmunk, but sooner or later we got to the hospital and mom and I was put in a room and my father left to go get some water and found my grandparents (the ones on my fathers side) came and my father didn't tell them that I was coming but I guess that they just new and by that crazy afternoon they heard the screams of me...
Those crazy mouths of me and my mum was I guess ok from here, she said I was a quite baby and was independent..... But then life it and I grow up....
