Being BornI almost said I was ill conceived, but that implies something was ‘planned’, which I was not. I was the unwitting cause of family turmoil for my entire gestation. Everyone had a different idea about what should be done with me…get rid of me before I could “be”…give me away. There had to be a solution to save face. After 9 months of basking in alternating THC and stress hormones, I was born. I think most everyone liked me better after I was born. I’m still not sure how I feel about it.
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