She grew up in poverty. Bare bones poverty. Attractive and eighteen, all the boys had an eye on her....and she knew it. Twenty-two years later, I was 20 and she was my mother....
Some people in life spend their time moving others around like pawn's.
Theresa was beautiful and married to her husband Dan. Upper middle class, they lived a comfortable life but Dan always had his eye on the Brass Ring. The company they kept had that ring and Dan and Theresa so wanted a part of that.
I was the middle child of three. I was no angel. Nothing too serious mind you, more silly than anything. I was abused once by a neighbor and somehow it silenced me for many years to come. Shy at six, I overnight developed a mistrust for people over an incident I didn't even understand.
At eight, I literally tried to shoot an apple off my younger brothers head with a Bow and Arrow I made from a branch and string. Luckily for him, I missed.
