Prologue

We never talked much about my mother. She died when I was only two months old so I never really felt much of a loss.

My brother, Jesse, never talked about her. He was two years old when she died and he can't remember much either.

So, as long as we didn't ask any questions, my father didn't offer any answers.

My father was enough parent for me. He gave me all the love I needed and never, ever abused me in any way, shape or form. He wasn't home very much before I turned ten but I understood he had to work to keep our tiny apartment and it's contents.

Nothing we had came easy and that made me appreciate what my father did even more.

I sometime wished I had gotten to know my mother but then I realized that my life would be totally different if she was around and I liked it just the way it was.

One thing I still had to learn was that change was inevitable. Nothing would remain the same forever no matter how much you wished it would.

Change cane be a good thing though, right? Except in my case, it usually wasn't