Only words of My FATHER I remember are ‘how abnormal I am’, how odd I am among My Siblings… Days when I felt like a stranger in my own father’s house. These words became frequent, even later like music pleasing to My ears.
I do not know in what context My beloved Father meant these words, but I guess I’ve come to terms with it. I am perhaps an anomaly.
My Father says I am abnormal
My Grandfather says I am second to normal
Well I guess They meant, second to no one
In truth, at first My life was a smooth ride until suddenly I slipped. But who’s capable of not slipping?
Well I and My MOTHER picked Myself up, for it is Her Who truly is the first, second to no one.
