The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, July 24, 2011

And I never did have a family

I wasn't wanted. I wasn't expected. My mother wanted a girl, but not the girl I turned out to be. Nor the daddy's girl that might have made him happy, or not, who knows. No, I always knew I was an accident, a surprize, not REALLY wanted, not as such.

My next oldest brother was nearly nine years previous.

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