The possibility are endless. Mine were. Some people say, no. I disagree. My young life was hard. I painfully performed heart surgery. I was one year old. There was a gap in my heart-small, but deadly. I fixed myself in a curling motion to get away- My brother's were always okay. (Jack & Otto) But, Jack died of constantly bleeding. My parents were devastated, even Otto and I, but we understood the facts of life. I would get over it. It was ten years ago, I mean- you can be sad but not enough to cry. That's how it got with me. I sometimes cry, in a year or two, but that's all.
The End of my first installment...................
The End of my first installment...................
