Chapter 3: Breakdown

Everything was adequate precisely as what all yearned for. When I opened my eyes my mother was laying in bed and my father grabbed me and handed me to her. She fed me and instructed him to put me back in my cart. You will be wondering how a newborn will know such fragments well. I had a very thoughtful mind from the beginning. I inferred every little detail. Generously it is not what it is I know because my mother depicted this in her scrapbook. I am a preposterous, dumb, and idiot girl who knock down in the beast's den, and I was also experimented that's how I became a boy. Now I look back my body trembles with overwhelming terror and I encountered such catastrophes that nobody can take that anguish if they were being placed in my position. Father perished on the day I showed up in this realm and it transpired when he settled me back in my cart. His phone rang and he received the call he learned to realize his corporations all at the time went bankrupt. The companies he accomplished by avoiding his prosperity, the institutions that were ranking high all because of his hard work for days and nights, and those corporations which seized all of his stamina. He was incapable of taking it and had a severe heart attack. Because my mother was reluctant, she couldn't haul but she screamed and cried out with an audible voice so flamboyant that any passerby could give attention to it but no one appeared. Guess what, I believe everything was plotted. My mother lost consciousness in misery having an impression that she is of no assistance to her husband but an obligation. She couldn't redeem him; he departed while loitering for somebody to carry him to an emergency compartment. When my mother opened her eyes, I was nowhere to be discovered and I was omitting that she stared at the floor which has nothing on it. She feels like perhaps it is an imagination but it wasn't it was a real-life nightmare.