I would like some donations too.
Do I have to tell my story?
Yes, but that's still no guarantee I'll give you money. It has to be a good one, Chai, and of all people, I know YOU can spin a good one. I'm waiting with bated breath...
my first clear memory was waking up in a basket full of tomatoes. Warmed by the sun, I stretched and made a little mewling sound.
"Va fangul! Whatta we gonna do with this-a bambina? A million times I told you 'Don't take-a the pale little kids with freckles'"
Understanding I wasn't in Kansas anymore, I made a wee wee all over the tomatoes.
"Don't worry little bambina." I hear someone say in a soft whisper, "I'm-a gonna take care of you."
I turned my little head, and found myself gazing into 2 huge brown eyes, so full of love, and at the same time, frightening instability.
"my name's kickycan, and you'll be my little gagootz. I won't let that fat pig of a father get his hands on you."