1 Origin

I was born on thanksgiving day with no father, and a mother who didn't want me.

Ironic when you are being born on the day you're meant to be grateful.

But then again thanksgiving is the celebration of a massacre.

So there's that.

So since the day I was born I was in other words fucked.

As a few months went by o understood I had an older sibling specifically a sister, named Sarah.

She's kind so far loves giving attention to me.

But then I noticed that the woman who's giving me birth does not show up often.

There's this other lady resembling my birth giver.

She gives me milk and comes when I cry.

Then the male who's with her seems to care for me bringing me things and loves making me laugh.

I wish they'll never go away.

A few months pass and I'm with the lady who resembles my mother and the male who's always with her.

They bring me to this place I don't know where and the bring me to a soft comfy bed.

I close my eyes and I drift away...

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys! I'm writing this story to just tell a story there's going to be lots of drama, and lessons learned and it will get very depressing.