About 10 months after I was I born, I became a big brother. I had noticed for a long time that my mother was getting a little fat. Not that she seemed to notice. Her and Father continued to spend lots of time together, playing dress up, eating the funny sticks that smelled like street and drinking this stuff they called "bubbly". I wish I had gotten the chance to play with the bubbles. But mother and father did not pay much attention to me.
One day they left and a strange woman came to look after me. She said her name was "Grandma" but I never saw her much after this day. I could probably count all the times I saw her on one hand. Mother said Grandma was useless, but I remember her being very nice.
That whole day we had fun. She took me to the park and we played on the slide for what seemed like hours. And when we went home she made me cookies. So warm and yummy. Late