Happy Gotcha Day to me
As I posted on FakeBlkag:
Celebrating 39 years of being severed from my own everything – to the day.
‘Twas a Saturday she was taken
Away from all that she knew
To be severed from all that she was
So they could mould her to try to make someone new.
I have no idea what I am going to do with this day.
To be truthful, all I really want to do is go back to bed and pull my lovely, warm duck feather and down quilt up over my head, and be oblivious to it all. It’s the Saturday between Dead Friday and Zombie Sunday though (in 1973, these came two weeks later), which means that if we want to have anything in the house before Tuesday, then it needs getting today.
Wonder if any of my parents even remember what date it was that I lost everything.