Have you ever felt like you were locked up in a box? Everyone could see you, but no one could hear, understand, or see you for what you really are. I feel that way every day.
I live a lonely, somewhat depressing life. With the chubby cheeks, silky smooth skin, and that "new born baby smell", people swarm around me, crooning. I guess you could say that's not that lonely. But not being able to talk has its downsides. I'm much more complex than these people around me are. The only problem is that none of them know just how strange of a creature I am. I'm not really sure of that either.
It all started when I was born in 1872. I was unwanted in my family, but they still kept me. Just sort of like an old vase that you won't throw away just because you don't feel like it, but it doesn't mean anything to you.
My parents would have traded me for a vase….
I don't remember too much of my first days. I was normal then, and the part of my brain that held memories was about the size of a pencil's eraser.
However, I remember every day after January 19, 1874. I was two years old, and my parents had finally found someone to give me away to.