The story of my, very short, life

The blessing....yet still a curse

As I got older I began to realize that I was not normal. I was more of a boy then anything. i mean face it I was raised by men and they all used me, so I was used to running round without a shirt or even pants on. The other girls thought I was weird and never really wanted to talk to me unless they wanted me to do something for them. Which never happened.. 

When I was about 5 years old this older couple, who at the time I called grandma and grandpa, they told me they would like for me to begin thinking about moving in with them permanently.... and they wanted me to become their daughter.. At first I thought this was wonderful and could not wait....little did I know the secret that one kept....or the amount of time it would take and heartbreak it would cause...

I had just entered First grade that things started to change for me. My new mother, Karen, was so nice to me and got me everything i wanted. I was never beat and I always had clean clothes and nice fresh food to eat.... The only problem was...I didn't have my little sister with me....Hailey was my everything.... Without her I had no purpose....