You know the popular story about the father going to buy milk or a pack of cigarettes and never coming back?
Well, when I was 5 mine went to buy the famous pack of cigarettes, but instead of abandoning me with my mother he left me at the bus station, he told me to count red cars and tell him how many I found when he got back.
I think it's pretty obvious that he never did.
I still remember getting to 7 before my life was changed forever.
Here I am now, 14 years later with a green band around my arm and a whole new life, far away from normal and ready to tell my story.
