Chapter 3,
March 16, 1996,
I turned two years old yesterday and dad is having a hard time with my temper tantrums. He loves me to death; I just don’t think he knows what to do with me half the time! Grace is getting zaidi and zaidi frustrated with every siku that goes by. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves me but sometimes I wonder if I’m not what he bargained for!
There was a knock at the front door and a blonde haired woman that I did not recognize walked through the door. I had this strange feeling that I knew she was but, I couldn’t put a name to her face. Dad plopped me down on...
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