I am a grandma!

 zi have just realized how much my childhood has affected me. For years, my so called "mother" would have me wake her up. Then she would say "just a few more minutes." Now I am obsessed with keeping time. I arrive early for appointments. So many things I didn't realize were affected by my early years.

 Not sure what my life means. Didn't ask to be born. Didn't ask to be given away. Didn't ask to be in a violent family. When I think back, when I started to fight back, that is when they asked me to leave. No wonder I have preferred to be alone all these years.