It was November 29th, 2010 and I was just minding my own business. I was tired of the world, tired of people, and I was trying to get ready for bed. We all know the life of an 11 year old can be so difficult.
As I started to drift to a dream land my father busted through the door yelling “THE BABY IS COMING”. I felt all sorts of emotions but the most notable was exhaustion. This would not be the last time the little invader would mess up my sleep cycle.
My father was not my biological parent so this was his first time going through something like this. He proceeded to go spastic all over the house grabbing things while my mother and I calmly walked to the car.