Only if I had yelled

June 18th, 1997… the day my parents left me. I was only five years old and the memory of them is very brief. I think that if I had yelled something at them it would have all been different but really nothing wouldn’t have changed. They didn’t want me, so I didn’t want them. My parents both lacked the knowledge and the care that it would take to take care of me. I remember little things like my mother’s gentle voice and my dads strong hands. I remember playing baseball with my father but as every day goes by that memory coninues to fade down a long dark destructed hall getting farther and farther from me. Now I am 15 unadopted… unloved.