I was merely a baby when she found me just under a tree, silent, and apparently big as she likes to remind me. Yeah, I was a big baby with great black eyes and a necklace over me. We both thought they it could of been from my real parents.
Not only was I under a tree, but I was also in a pile of bones.
My parents now, Are way lighter than I am. I have a tan on me. As I got older, the black shade of my eyes turned lighter, at age ten, they became brown, a bit of hazel. I was born with curls. Tight curls that not even chemicals could straighten.
My parents told me I wasn’t normal, I was even more abnormal when small incisions on my spine started to appear. When I would lay on my back it would be uncomfortable.
I never believed I was normal, a bit unusual and odd at times. My parents thought I had ADD, the medication they put me on made me sick. I felt as if I had been poisoned. They agreed to take me to the hospital. They called it an allergic reaction only because they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.
I held no shame for whatever I did. I like the taste of tulips, mom tried to get me to eat regular food but it always made me sick.
The necklace left with me as a child had a pair of rings on it. Spite and Lovett, there was a third ring which at time my parents assumed was my name.
Sasha… Sasha Fay.