Our home consisted of, mom, dad, younger brother and myself. My mother had me at the age of fifteen years old, while my father was nineteen. They married when i was one year old. My younger brother G, and I are eleven months apart. Every year of our lives, we share an age for exactly thirty days. It's funny....during this time, we consider ourselves to be twins. When G was born, he and i shared the same bedroom until i turned two. I'm a big girl now! Yup, i moved into my very own bedroom....just next door to my baby brother's. I remember this being an awesome time for me....being able to spread my toys. Tell me, what child wouldn't be excited? Good things come to an end, right?
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