Sharing some old posts. This one was a fave.
I was born the third child of seven in a middle class family. My mother got sick shortly after I was born so I was passed around various family members for four years along with my older brother and sister until she was well enough to come and be our mother again.
When she finally made it home I was a stranger to her, but she desperately wanted to get to know me and so tried to make up for the four years she was gone. By that time, for me, it was too late. I was damaged. Insecure, shy, awkward and a geek was me. My brothers and sisters were sane and crazy and full of laughter and fun and I just managed to tag along on their star trails as they flew through my universe. How I wanted to be like them!
Sickly little me – I always…
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