Self-deprecative Stories

This is the diary of a Wish Come True. I was born with only one limb, my left arm. I was born in the country of New Zealand. They didn't hate me there. I was like a pet. Then I moved to Ireland. I was home schooled. I couldn't face the school-kids and how mean they were. Then came The Fire and the funeral. And the hospital. And father stayed at work or one of the many pubs in Cork. I thought it was all over for me. Maybe it was.