December 1st of 1999. That's the day I was born. At a quarter to 1PM to be exact. I mean, we all know it all started about 9 months earlier, but this is the day my life 'officially' started. The way I see it though, that was the day I started dying.
My life was kinda great though. Or at least, I don't think it was awful back then. I do know that when I was just 16 months old I got a baby brother called Tony. I was so happy! I was just a little baby myself, but I already wanted to bathe him on my own. So keeps my mom telling me. She sayd that I asked her if I could put my brother in his bath by myself. My mom obviously said no, but I was allowed to 'help' and we have this pucture of him in the bath, and me standing next to the bath putting water on his head. So cute!
Then when I was almost 3 years old I got another little brother named Matthew. Again, I was so happy! I've loved babies all my life! I really wanted Mathhew to be a sister, but I was happy with a brother too.
But when my mom got pregnant again, I was wishing the baby would be a girl. I wanted a sister so bad! But yet again, it was a boy. A cute little boy named Jay-W. He's a really cute kid. I'm 4,5 years older than him, and we have this really great bond. I always know what he's feeling and thinking. He's severely autistic, and I'm the only one who kinda knows what he's going through, what he's feeling and thinking. I love him so much!
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Warrior
Non-FictionThis is my story. Everything I'm writing cane from my life, nothing is made up. It's kinda like a diary. This is a real life and therefore might be a little upsetting sometimes. Probably Trigger Warning too since I am talking about self harm and dep...
