My Story

The Beginning

          My story never was the perfect story but in all reality no ones story is. Anyway my story began when I was three. I woke up one morning not knowing where I was, but I knew who I was and who was in the other room. I got out of bed and searched the house, it was my house I began to think. It was weird knowing I actually had a home but not finding the words to describe what it was. I didn't know what I was but yet I knew. I guess that was the message, you don't know who you are until you go and find out who and what you are. A couple of years passed and I found that the house I was living in was mine and my mom's. We lived alone and I didn't know why? I was still young I was five. Then all of a sudden my mom's stomach started to grow bigger and bigger. I thought she was going to explode!! And then a baby was back at home. She was the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, but where did she come from? Was she really ours? Are we going to keep her? Those were the questions that filled my mine. Then a man came to our house. Who is that? What is he doing here? He started telling the little baby he was her dad. What is a dad, exactly? Is he my dad too?? I guess he is. I'm going to start calling dad I don't think he'll mind. Would he?