I saw them walking around holding hands, smiling as if they didnt have a care in the world. All this stopped one morning when my mom started throwing up. She started throwing up repeatedly. Then nine months later I came out. You dramatically saw the difference of feelings when i was born, because when I was born there was no daddy, just a mommy. A mommy that wanted to name me my sisters name because she was drugged up to think of my own identity. She saw an Asain lady on TV and named me after her. Later, came depression of having kids with no father. A weak women all alone without any help. Vodka was her therapist and pain was her God. But, unlike a therapist I couldnt help her and unlike God I never heard her cries for help.