It was August 29 2002, a little baby named Elizabeth Kucharuk was born. She weighed 3 pounds 6 ounces and 5 inches tall. I was a happy baby at least that's what my mom told me. She always said I was not a big fan of crying.
I was not like most babies. I cried very rarely. My mother was worried that I was sick because I didn't cry a lot. So on September 23 2002 she decided that I was sick and took me to see my doctor. The doctor was not worried about me in fact, she said that my mom was blessed with a great chile because by then most babies would be driving their moms crazy. And since my dad was gone before I was born my mom had to watch me all alone
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Unlike these kids above I was very good. The worst I did was scream for no reason. Mind you, I was a baby when I screamed 9 times out of 10 I broke or damaged someone's hearing. I was a basic baby.
