That Sick Feeling

The Glorious Day I Escaped The Womb

"ITS COMING!!" mom was screaming at the top of her lungs, just pushing, 'POP'...out comes the little bundle of joy who will one day become something great, and inspiration to all ages..at least that what I'm told. Let's skip this part until....AHH YES! When I could finally understand shit! Age 2, I knew my sister didn't really liked me considering I was just another load she would have to carry as being the big sister, it's bad enough that she had a younger brother who teased both her and I, he was one year younger than her, they were nice to each other, they would take care of me...only under the orders of Mom, wow mom..she was beautiful. So sweet and kind, my brother and sis would do anything to make her happy, she would stay at home, working on keeping the house clean for dad. Dad wouldn't care, he had lots of other things to do, considering he was in this weird band (and the stomach has already started to move around) but he also was in charge of the family business, jewelry. Yes the best times, stuck in a workshop for 4 hours a day watching the same god damn teletubbie's show on the small colour tv and still never managed to get bored.

One day while watching my casual "colour tv special" my brother and sister were fighting, my brother then got really really mad and put up some sort of finger...and she got offended and told mom. While he was holding it up I would  saw that it was the  tallest finger on his hand.  I had concentrated and remembered that for a when I really get mad. Lucky me, it didn't take long for my brother to pissed me right the fuck off, huddling in my baby crib with my bro non stop tickling me, I got right up in the farthest corner away from him..and put up my tallest finger on my hand... Oohoohoooo oh how the tables have turned brother, buuuttt, both my brother and I were in trouble, for his influence and my actions, I didn't know what it was, how was I supposed to know that I gave the middle finger to my him? Either way...I'm still doing the same thing to this day.
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Bro bro and sissssta sure knew how to keep me occupied with my time being 3-4. Especially at my third birthday party, I had my curly Afro like hair, my chubby cheeks, and my sassy attitude. Everyone knew from birth I was sassy. I didn't mind. Mom was pumping balloons and my brother thought it would be a good idea to pop one right in my ear...yeah, great! It's always a good sign to run into your room with your eyes crossed with tears, no underwear in your beautiful sun dress, and your mom recording every moment on a giant box in which she carried on her shoulder called a recording camera. Dad filling up the rubber pool in the back with water and our neighbor mowing his lawn..I never knew his name, but we made good friends, I called him Mr. Man, he thought it was funny. But..he often got scared and told me to go inside because I would talk about weird things, I'd talk about how my dog poops or something then yell at my dad to come over and get me. (Holy hell I was weird) I ran to the kitchen table in which all of my presents were. But then as usual was told to sit in front of the tv and enjoy whatever was on. I did..a lot...to the point were I quoted everything. At that moment of time, I was in the beginning of watching Harry Potter...oh boy that was a bad decision, (if you don't get the reference we can't be friend) when I ran back to the table I yelled "36, LAST YEAR! LAST YEAR I HAD 37!!!" And forever on I was never allowed to walk into a class room without my parents warning the teacher that I quote movies. Not even good movies either, it was shitty movies like master of disguise and ace Ventura. But who gives a shit I was a new born!