Personal Narrative: My First Child

On December 14, 1998, I was born to first time parents David and Tonya at U of M hospital in Ann Arbor. I was the adorable blue eyed, blonde haired baby that most people dream about. Life was simple back then, just doing normal baby stuff. Nothing really happened until I was eighteen months old, and I burnt my left hand with a clothing iron. There were second and third degree burns covering my hand. Bandages had to be changed three times a day, and I still have the scar. It was pretty useful later on when I was learning left and right. In August of 2000, my first sibling, Mary, was born. She was the complete opposite of me with her jet black hair and dark red skin. We grew up as best friends. You would never see one of us without the other.

Life went on like usual. My sister and I started at a new school and made new friends. In the summer, we would go back Michigan to stay with my grandparents. In December of 2008, my brother Colin was born. I was so excited. Most of the kids in my class had a baby sibling and talked about how great it was. They were very wrong. The crying, feeding, and diaper changing quickly got old. When my mother announced that she was pregnant again in 2010, I cried and wouldn't talk to her for weeks. I eventually got over it and accepted the reality of the situation. When my sister Danielle was born in February 2011, I felt the same excitement as I did with Colin, but it never went away. I never wanted to put her down, and I couldn't wait to see her after

We couldn't afford to be driven to school anymore, so my parents switched us to a school called Rush Strong. This is when my life turned to hell. The other kids would bully me for any reason under the sun. They would call me a stupid yankee, a nerd, fat, or anything else they could think of. I started developing depression and severe social anxiety. This only lasted for about two years, but the experiences continue to affect me to this day. My parents decided to send me back to Michigan to live with my grandparents and I started schooling online. A few months later, after many other bad experiences, the rest of my family moved back to Michigan as well. There were now nine of us living in a three bedroom house. It stayed this way for about five years. To cope with some of the stress, I started to cosplay. It was amazing to watch a flat piece of fabric turn into something that could be worn, and then transform into a different person for just a little while by putting it on. My stress didn't disappear, but the edge was taken off. Then, one of the most unimaginable, unexpected things happened that changed my