I was born to a teenage mother. According to her siblings, and even my grandmother, my birth father loved my mother very much. I heard stories over the years of how much he loved and wanted to marry her. My mother never lied in my younger years about who my birth...
My first memory is of Halloween when I was a year and a half old. My mom put me down in front of the fireplace and turned to make some food in the kitchen. Then my dad came over and put an orange smiley-face lollipop in my hand. I didn’t know what I was looking at...
