Coming into the world through my mothers womb doctors think I'm strange because I don't cry. My mother says he is not strange, he is not weird, he is unique, and someday he's going to achieve greatness. I lay observant of the room, in this doctors hands. I look and see nothing but my mother, and a big head above me, and a few nurses. I was so cold, the doctor draped me with a blanket, and handed me to my mother. I winked at him, as a thank you, but he had already looked away. I look up at my mother, and there was an instant love connection right away. Then I look around again, in search of my father, he was not there. Maybe he was in the bathroom or something, yeah that's probably it. I close my eyes again. Then I open them again only to see this strange structure, what my mother called "Our Home". Days, months go by and she does nothing but torture me. She feeds me this god awful food, I think she calls it Gerber, something like that. I always do things to get revenge on her. When she tries to feed me, I simply throw it on the floor, Ha ha clean it up. Then she tries to put this fluffy wrap thing around my butt, I'm not sure what it is. I overheard her talking and I think it's called a Dee-I-per....A Diaper yes that's it. To be honest, I prefer nude, I mean it's just me and her, and it brings me a since of freedom. But she won't allow it, so I called on revenge once again. So when she laid me down to receive another wrapy thingy, and she opened it, I pissed in her face. Whoopsies, got some in your mouth sorry mom(No i'm not). And another dreadful thing she does to me, she puts me in this rectangular cage, with pillows, a blanket, and a big chandelier that spins above me. Just awful right?, so I thought of another plan. I can just cry every hour of the night to wake her up, Yeah that's a great plan. I cried, and cried, until it was morning, and we had to start all over again. But yet I still look around to see if my father came out of the bathroom yet.
Years go by and here comes my second birthday. Did you know you can move your legs one in front of the other and you can move, with out your mom carrying you. Amazing right?, wow I am learning so much. Now I'm invincible, soon i'll be able to talk. One day my mom took me to this big house, she said it was something called Kindergarten. I hated my life ever since i walked through those doors, Ha ha just kidding(No I'm not). All I heard was "Billy hit me", "Sally took my toy", "Jax pooped in my lunch", I just sat in the corner thinking "Ughh I'm stuck with these idiots for 180 days, kill me now". But while I was here I learned how to talk a little better, and read. Then I finally realized my brain has finally began to function. Now it's time to hit the gas and go. I flew by elementary school like a 5 feet marathon. But now I'm starting to think my father has a really really bad case of diarrhea. I feel sorry for the toilet
Then came Middle School, the children weren't as stupid here, pretty descent minded kids here. But they are big, and the girls are prettier than a sunset on a beach, but as thick as a anorexic on a diet, And on top of that, I felt changes in my body. Felt everything growing including my mind. Then came high school, and it's even bigger challenge. Bullies, again girls, work, a lot of it, It's just pressure on top of pressure. How to handle it, I'm not sure. Then one day I came home from school to think about all of it, Then I see a framed picture that brought back all I had remembered. Brought back the question I've always wanted to say is.....Where is my father? My mother comes down and gives me a disappointing look, then gives me a comforting hug. "All is well, even without him". In the hospital, she was alone......she faced the fear of birth alone, nobody there to hold her hand, through this renaissance. The rebirth of her own life, being that fraternity changes a women's whole outlook on life, because you now have the power over someones life, you are responsible for another human being. She had to face that by herself. But I will still say the food was terrible, and the crib was a little much, and i would rather run around naked then were that uncomfortable diaper that leaves rashes on my butt, But I appreciate she cared enough to stick around and do those things for me. Unlike someone else I know......scratch that, someone else I don't know, He's lucky enough I still remember his name. I'm a precious baby boy, who will grow up and be a better man then he was. This is my life, this is the truth. End.
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