I was never, EVER, Webster's definition of a "Perfect Child" and I blame this fact on circumstance. I was the third "Bundle of Joy" in a litter of eight, born in a scant six years to a woman devoid of any innate motherly talents.
I became lost in the numbers and at a very early age, found happiness by telling Tall Tales, especially to myself and eventually I believed I was "CHARLOTTE", the kidnapped daughter of a mother who loved her dearly and a father, who was always home. I searched the…
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