Pretend It's Not Me

The future never seems as bright as it does when your looking into the face of a newborn. The birth of a baby is a happy time, a joyous time, a time of celebration and hope. That wasn't my fate. I was born into a world of hatred and resentment. In fact I wasn't even born, I was sentenced. But my life didn't start out that way. When I was first born I was only an inconvienience, an unfortunate mistake. My birth was the scene of an accident that needed to be cleaned up. If I had to choose between being resented or being hated I'd go with resentment. But of course I never had a choice. Maybe there's some comfort in the thought that I wasn't despised right away, that for the first few days I was alive I was only resented. I suppose resentment is the lesser of two evils. There would be lots of time for hatred after my adoption.