My parents decided to have another child, I would of been the fourteenth child. In the beginning I was the twinkle of their life’s.  My mother was in her late forties, early fifties when she conceived me. I know her body was tired and exhausted from having so many babies. I was drifted back and forth from my parents home to my grandma’s home. I know very little about my biological mother and hardly felt her motherly touched. I was a very sick child growing up. I came down with pnemonia, aromatic fever, and many other illness. Every time I came down ill, my grandmother Ida would sit by my bedside and nurse me all through the night and she prayed and prayed faithfully over me for God to heal my body and I would recover. No matter had hard Satan attacked me to shorten my life, God didn’t allow it to happen.

Up to five years of age my life all went well. I was happy, joyful and acted like any other normal child. It wasn’t until a week or two of my sixth birthday that my life just went down hill. I had so many unexplained accidents and rushed to the hospital on many occasions. I can remember when the doctor questioned about my many accidents, my dad would respond to the doctor’s with the answers, I was a very clumps child and accident prone. From than on, I had a lot of hard knocks in my life. I could never understand so I started to believe just maybe my dad was correct. Maybe I was a clumpy child, accident prone.

After I turned six years old, the little child’s heart was deeply burdened with many UN-answer questions and fear. I was traumatized to no ends. I was in a six year old body and had a six year old mind but to me I felt I like I was born Adult in a child’s body for I was made to believe I was an accident, for my parents tell me over and over. I would of done anything and everything just to get my parents attention, to have my parents proud of me as proud they were of my other siblings. Most of all I wanted was my parents approval and their love. Nothing I would of done would made my parents proud of me, grandma tell me time and time. I do know how it feels having your life filled with a lot hard knocks. When I was sent away and a lady came and removed me from my home, it was devastated and confusing for a child I was. I didn’t know what was happening, I didn’t know why or what I have done, so horrible that I had to be removed from my home that I knew for six years of my life. Nobody sit me down and explained to me, what was happening.