It was unnatural, the way my life ended; for a straight A student the youngest child of 3 growing up with older brothers. Always protected always watched, always perfect. My parents always thought that I would be the proud wife to some rich doctor or lawyer or some sort of trophy wife to a political power house, I assumed being the perfect child to the perfect parents in the perfect neighbor hood that they would be right.
My life started in the hospital that my father worked in as a surgeon; I was the final addition to the family. My mother was a stay at home mother, keeping everything perfectly in order, including my two older brothers. To my mothers delight I was born with the brightest red hair the family had seen in generations, my brothers affectionately called me the light of my mother's eyes. I was the baby, the one they had waited on for so long. My brothers who were 8 years older than me kept a good eye out for trouble, protecting me from hurting myself as a baby and toddler and protecting me from anyone else hurting me as a teenager.
As I had before mentioned I was the model student, in the student council and captain of the cheerleading squad, I fulfilled my parents every dream. They had after all waited for a very long time for me, it was the least I could do. Any venture my mother set before me I accomplished with the magnificence that they came to expect from me. However, they did not know of any of my true dreams. I never once argued the choices they so thoughtfully chose for my benefit, I kept my mouth closed and worked to get a scholarship to a school that I had no desire to obtain. The details now are fuzzy but I remember the excitement of escape, the pure joy and thrill of the thought that for once in my beyond perfect life I could take chances and live freely even for the short time that my college experience would measure to be in the length of my life.