So you are born and I would hope that you would live a great childhood, but for me that wasn't the case. I was born. 10 months old, the mustard came. My sister covered me in mustard and that is why I hate it. Next NO HAIR. Every time I would grow a little hair it was cut off by my sister, so I looked like I was from the asylum. Ok , so skip a few years, I have three brothers, mother isn't ever home and you feel like you are raising them. When you do you do it wrong. Imagine. You are constantly yelled at for something you did wrong when you thought you did it right. You grow up thinking nothing you do will be right. Imagine a world without a mother there to guide you. Could you handle it?
