Well, I was born August 27, 1993 in the back seat of a taxi. We were on the way to the Tampa hospital, when we got caught in traffic. There was a car crash and three people died. They ended up calling another ambulance for my mom, to drive to the hospital in. When they got there they realized it was too late, I was already born.
We went to the hospital anyway to make sure we were okay. My dad went home to get my mom a change of close. He got a call from the hospital saying that my mom needed open heart surgery. My dad freaked out. The doctor said she might not make it through the surgery. My dad started to cry then he thought how is the baby. "She is doing just fine", the doctor said with a smile. Oh great I was so worri-, he stopped mid sentence, "wait it's a girl".
My dad waited five hours to here about my mom.
Finally the doctor came out with a blank look on his face.
"How is she doing", my dad said.
I am so sorry sir. But she didn't make it.
At that moment my dad stud up, and walked out of the hospital and I haven't seen him since.
When I was three I got adopted by what I thought was a nice family. But when I was old enough to realize what they were talking about they would always say why did we pick her, or why cant she just be normal.
At the time I didn't realize I was acting weird.
But I soon did.
Anera, my mom (Shirley) called me.
I didn't answer I Quickly crawled out of the window. I ran all the way to the library. I picked a book off the shelf called Strange Ways By: Stephen Wetmore.
I red the book and then left. I thought nothing about it.
