“All of us are products of our childhood.”
― Michael Jackson
I was born very small. My mother gave birth to me two months early in our tiny family house. My mom had my aunt by her side. She told me the story once.
“I was getting ready to start cooking dinner for your father and me when I suddenly felt a crippling crap in my belly. I tried to ignore it but I knew something was wrong. I tried to get to our neighbor’s house but I couldn’t walk any farther. I was terrified, I thought I was dyeing or that I was going to lose my only child.
My pregnancy had been a nightmare. I was sick all the time, always aching and crying. I would refuse to eat and just try to sleep all day. Your father was...unsupportive to say the least. I was so afraid that this terrible pregnancy would end in one of our deaths.
I was lucky though