(Note: These next few chapters may be short because it was my early stages in life. I do not remember much because I was so young. Keep that in mind and enjoy the story.)
It was November 24th, 2002. The day of my arrival, the day where everything started.
My mom was so happy to see me, more or less, she was happy the pregnancy and birth stages were over. But my dad, where was my dad? Where was he? The day of his third child's birth. Where was he?
Nevertheless, my uncle had taken his place. It was who I expected it to be, but its whatever.
For the next few days I stayed in the hospital, like every newborn. Till the day I left that place.
Finally, I had met my father. A fairly middle aged man, about 50. And my mom, in her early forties. And my two siblings, Erin and Leigh. Erin was about 6, strange body and face figure, and Leigh, well she was still a toddler, about 2 years old.
We headed toward a blue mini van in the parking lot and we went home. Our supposed home was a lil' ol' house in a small neighborhood. All the house were alike.
The house was very clean, with a occasional toy laying around from the girls.
But, like every baby, I was tired and hungry, so I went to sleep
