My Story Part 2

Part 2 ~ The Grandmother

So there I was living with my grandmother, her boyfriend, and my aunt Pam. I remember bits and pieces of this life. I remember the boyfriends name was William. He bought me candy every night when he got home from work. I can never see his face when I think of him, only outstretched arms as if he was about to pick me up, and a yellow tshirt. We all lived in a house in Houston somewhere. I know I had a little black dog that I called Mutt and I had a couple of birds too. I remember having a birthday cake once with a circus theme. I know that I got into my aunt pams room all the time and I was a little pain in her ass. I knew that my grandmother didn’t care for me really, it always seemed like I was a tool. When she needed me to impress someone or to fit into someone else’s idea of who she should be, I was there. I know that she tried to get me to call her and william mom and dad.
When she broke things off with William, I found myself with a new home.