When I Was a Child

When I was a child, I did not live with what I went through. All I can say is it was completely gone. If something happened the night before or during a weekend, I simply did not know.

I felt a sense of sadness inside or maybe a knowledge I was different. But I had no explanation for this foreboding feeling.

As I grew closer to eight years old, I became aware of the fact that I had no parent, mother or father. I did not mourn it though. It didn't even seem important to me.

I lived in a strange...