AmnestysMagic

I was born on a chilly November day, somewhere near the middle of the month.  Not quite the beginning, and not quite the end.  It was ironic, because my birth was both the beginning and an end.  Go figure. My mother was both ecstatic and distraught when I was born - I had been her first child, and I became her last due to complications in my birth.  My father was nonexistent.  He'd long since left us, even while I was in the womb.  Mother said that he was a good person, though I wouldn't know.  I've never met the man.  Not that I'd like to meet him - any person who leaves the girl he knocked up is a coward, no matter how much the woman says