Prologue
I don't remember much of what happened before I came to live with the Ferguson's. I sometimes have memory flashes of paper yellow flowers and a little blond girl who looked like me. I don't remember what happened to bring me here, but I know it wasn't good. The Ferguson's told me I was left on their front porch. I was only seven. They don't know who brought me or where I came from. I was lying inside a very large box with a thin blanket and a note pinned to my jacket. The note said: Dear Nice Family, Please take care of me. I have nowhere to go. My Mama loves me but she has left me here for my own well being. My name is Cory. They brought me into their home even though I looked different than a normal child. My head was oversized and my body was small. They told me I was very sick when I came here but they nursed me back to health. My new mother, Penny Ferguson loved me like her own child. She was always buying me new things, which seemed strangely familiar to me. But she hugged me and showered me with love and that seemed foreign. Of course I wondered where I had been for the first seven years of my life and I wanted to know who the blond girl was but I loved my family. Despite my loving home, I still feel alone often. I have a severe case of claustrophobia that won't go away and even the thought of eating fried chicken makes me sick. Sometimes I feel empty, as if there id something missing in my life. I know it is the little girl that I always dream about. I know I miss her but I don't know why or if I will ever see her again. I pray at night to remember my past but then I have dreams of a giant of a woman who comes to a tiny room and never smiles or laughs and I think I don't want to know what happened to me before. Maybe I'll be safer not knowing.
I don't remember much of what happened before I came to live with the Ferguson's. I sometimes have memory flashes of paper yellow flowers and a little blond girl who looked like me. I don't remember what happened to bring me here, but I know it wasn't good. The Ferguson's told me I was left on their front porch. I was only seven. They don't know who brought me or where I came from. I was lying inside a very large box with a thin blanket and a note pinned to my jacket. The note said: Dear Nice Family, Please take care of me. I have nowhere to go. My Mama loves me but she has left me here for my own well being. My name is Cory. They brought me into their home even though I looked different than a normal child. My head was oversized and my body was small. They told me I was very sick when I came here but they nursed me back to health. My new mother, Penny Ferguson loved me like her own child. She was always buying me new things, which seemed strangely familiar to me. But she hugged me and showered me with love and that seemed foreign. Of course I wondered where I had been for the first seven years of my life and I wanted to know who the blond girl was but I loved my family. Despite my loving home, I still feel alone often. I have a severe case of claustrophobia that won't go away and even the thought of eating fried chicken makes me sick. Sometimes I feel empty, as if there id something missing in my life. I know it is the little girl that I always dream about. I know I miss her but I don't know why or if I will ever see her again. I pray at night to remember my past but then I have dreams of a giant of a woman who comes to a tiny room and never smiles or laughs and I think I don't want to know what happened to me before. Maybe I'll be safer not knowing.
