It all started with two youngsters. The one wanted the girl; the girl didn't wanted him. He pursued her so bad I believe she gave up. I'm talking about my parents. I guess it must have been like that. There's so little information I have. I know they were living together, and then she thought that was not for her. And boom, that's when she realized she was pregnant with me and she stuck around. The rest is just my part of the story--the part I lived and I remember, which is painful with a lot of sorrow to get me to the place I am now, the place I shouldn't be though it is where I am forever.