Six.

I didn’t know I wasn’t loved

after six. I knew, my family

tried their hardest, and there’s lots

I don’t remember. I knew we

turned off the TV when my

dad came home, and I knew

that it was my job, to

help. With, everything. But not once,

did it cross my mind that

I was unwanted. Unnecessary and unneeded.

Everything we did, everything I did,

was for all of you, my

family. To make them happy. So

yes, I find you trigging. And

my childhood scrapbooks finally thinned out

after

six.