childlikemind

"Every since I can remember I've been a weirdo, who had nothing in common with any of the other children. I couldn't be who my parents wanted be to be, and my brother mostly just bullied me. I loved them, and was determined to make them proud someday, but then the world decided that I could not have the chance. I wish I had died in the accident instead of my brother. My mother would not have done what she did to me to him, and she would not have killed herself if she had him." *look down at Sally, whose perched on my hand, and think about how the world at least gave me her* "What is wrong with me?"