My Story
Written by
cristina
Browsing through other people's stories it was difficult to admit my issues have not been as dramatic or hard-felt as theirs. My traumas, my tears, my pain are almost nothing comparatively. But in reality, I guess there is threshold for which one's sadness or one's life story must reach. So I guess it's time to tell my story, or at least the first part. So here goes...
My mother and other family members (cousins, uncles, aunties) have always said I was born with a temper. Mum never fails to mention when I was born and screaming my lungs out the nurse told her I would have quite the temper. Whether this nurse predetermined mums perception of my 'temper' or whether it was true or not, I'm not too sure. How can a baby be "born" with a temper? Perhaps the reason I was crying was because I had water filling my lungs and had to subsequently be placed in an incubator (a fact my mum chooses to ignore). But either way, I was labelled the 'temperemental baby' and managed to fill this role nicely as a child.
I think my earliest memory of experiencing deep and heartrending pain was when I was about 2 or 3. Whether or not I have suppressed any other earlier or related memories is a mystery to me.
My mum was babysitting a small Asian boy, and I was yet to attend kindergarten. My father and her were having a huge argument, or presumably so. From that day I recall my mum running out into the backyard with the Asian boy. I think she was whimpering, although based on the fact it was around 17 years ago I can't really remember. No she was definitely whimpering or crying. Either or.