Putting away old photo albums and I’m noticing that I’m either 3 months or 4 years old in all our pictures.
3 years and 9 months of missing footage. Something big went down. I feel it in my joints.
*I was in the baby witness protection program.
*I was adopted illegally.
*They’re white, I’m half Mexican. It took them 3 years and 9 months to figure how to manage my hair.
*My toddler brother sold the camera for baseball cards that he later sold for beer cans (kind of a true story).
*No one cares about child #2
*They sent me back to the “Mothers Home” in Chicago to live with the nuns again until I could get my sh*t together…literally. “Don’t come back until you are potty trained!”
Anyway, in case you’re wondering, I’m overly tired and I drank a cup of coffee 45 minutes ago. This is my brain on caffeine.
#whatswrongwithmyeye #isthisreallyme #secondchildproblems