sTORY TIME: VOODOO'S TRAGIC TALES
hello basilers, im feeling pretty sad atm, so heres a story of my life that resulted in this sadness. so if ya bored or want to feel better about yaself or even to laugh at my misfortune you can read this.
SO IT BEGINS
My life begins on the 19th of January 1998 of unknown time. My mum was in hospital pregnant with me of course. I was delivered late, unlike most babies who are usually delivered 9 months after pregnancy; I arrived after 12 months, thus my mum needed to take some injections in order to hurry up my birth. So my mum was in labour and soon after I was delivered. My mum said I was a fat baby and very tanned for a Chinese boy (yes people mistake me for being full blooded Malaysian, Vietnamese or Indonesian). So life was great, being a baby off course and when I turned one year old I was sent to China to live with my grandparents.
So after one year in China I returned back to Australia to live with mum and Dad. This was the time my brother Jason was born. So life goes on but now I have a brother. It was only until the middle of the year that something bad happens. I can’t clearly recall this incident but I remember sitting in a car been driven by someone. Things turned for the worst when this driver crashed into a pole. I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt or a baby seat, so I was tossed around in the car. Next thing I know it I was in the hospital with internal bleeding, my right kidney was damaged beyond repair. After weeks in hospital I arrived home. I didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation as I was just a toddler. Nether the less life went on; I went to preschool and would eventually start kindergarten.
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