When you reflect on your past just going over if you had a god childhood or a bad one you say "holy shit I threw away my childhood to do that" or you say " holy shit I had an amazing childhood and I would love to do it again".
With me it's the first one. My parents are divorced and I live with my mom and my step father who is soon going to adopt my sister and I. Today is Sunday June 19th Father's Day and Derek, my step dad just told me that they(meaning him, my aunt and my mom) have started the process of adoption. So yay but that also means I have to see my biological father. I haven't seen him in five years now but I have so many questions for him. I know you might not want to hear my sad soppy story about being abused when I was a child but bear with me you will learn things and you might relate to some of the situations I have experienced.
Okay so I'm going to start from the very beginning, I was born a happy child of course weighing 6,lbs 0,ounces had a mother and a father who lived me to death. Three years past and I was so happy to be the only child getting everything for myself. The one day my mother say me down and told me that I was going to be a big sister. I actually remember throwing a big fit because I hated the idea of having siblings. I really did hate it.
A few months past and my mom told everyone about my new sister. My mom also threw a baby shower and of course why would I go so when she got home she had a pile of blankets piled in her arms. And I saw the most amazing blanket a four year old could ever have and I ran up and piled it out of her arms, I did just this out of jealousy because I knew the blankets were not for me. I still have the blanket today.
Three more months passed and finally came the day that I was going to meet my new baby sister!
