As a child you'd find it very hard for me to get sick, I was a very strong child, mother says I wasn't even born in the hospital, she says before she could get to the hospital, I dropped.
My siblings, I have approximately three siblings, two boys and one girl, so that makes us four children, my sister was not one to eat alot and then she'd have stomach issues, later on we realised she developed stomach ulcer, my baby brother, he was born with bent legs, the deformation has a name but I'm too stupid to remember, when he turned three, the legs had to be decapitated, in other words cut off, we aren't very rich but we have enough to survive.
As time went on, mother sunk further into depression, she'd wake up, eat, cry, eat and that would be it. This went on for a year at that time my sister was 14, she had to become our motherly figure.
And that brought us closer to her.
Father wanted my mom to 'dispose' my little brother when he was born, but mother disagreed, and that only proved that he really didn't care but we wondered what made him still keep us and we found out soon enough.
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Metaphysics:Things beyond the physical.
Non-FictionThis story is not actually a story it's about a pained writter begging for your helps. it's my reality. This storyis about gammasuperior33, Alexa Harrison. I am a pained soul and this is my plea.
