| Jan. 28th, 2004 11:24 pm abb's story MostlyHawaiian: When you were a baby doy..i mean "boy" i mean, "girl" someone sold you to a gypsy, but she didn't want you, so she gave you to a family after their first child had brain damage, and wanted a good child to talk to and to love. When they got you, they noticed you were trying to kill them in the middle of the night and putting baby footie socks over 5 year old megan's poor mouth, that you would laugh and laugh and scream and cry and throw un- normal things, like rocks from outside. when you turned 4, you ate your birthday cake all by your self, and you mom had to hold your hair back while you threw up all over her. At age 7 she had no choice but to give you, calm child, after that you would give your doses to other children, or tell missionary's it was candy. at age 8, u were baptized, but then kept doing worse things, swearing and horrible things, you mother wanted to sell u back ,but couldn't find the wench of a gypsy, after she changed her name, almost positive that your 3rd mom would want to give you back. then now, they don't know what to do with you, they forever will keep searching for the gypsy, who will not take you back...they found her last year at an orphanage, as she worked there and the sign read: NO return policys 1 comment - Leave a comment |