Pride

When I was younger I was not so clear on the whole gravity thing, so my imagination into a lot of trouble. I thought I was a fairy (like every little girl that ever lived) for a short period of time. I would jump of hay stacks, try to fly, until the accident happened.

I was 6 when my mother died of leukemia. She was sick for a while, but all the doctors said it was getting better. For all I know they just did not want to tell a 6 year old girl her mother was going to die. My father left us when I was born. I loved to be independent, I've been living with my entire life since the accident. I didn't mind.