Lilo and Stitch was my favourite movie growing up, of course, nobody took that part of my personality seriously, it wasnt an interest my family engaged me in.
All i was good for was being a nuisance and a money pit, money that my father would have rather wedged in a willing lady of the nights brassiere, for her service.
It surprised me they remembered this interest, but i wasnt approached in conversation.
My father found a woman, the same age as my mother, down to the birth day itself.
They had a baby, a planned pregnancy and an arrival they anticipated a long time.
Theyve begun to buy him novelties, i call him Nero.
Nero is a year and a half old, his only spoken word so far is "No". He knows very little and understands even less.
They'd bought him Lilo and Stitch merchandise, but had put a strict ban on any electronics near his eyes.
Hes going to turn out rotten like me otherwise.
He is repentance, a "try again", and theyre already moving forward to only offering him the cute, good things, that i lost.
My father lost my favourite Stitch toy, he had fled from our home after my rapist mother strung up hidden cameras.
He didnt evacuate any of my toys, and he nearly forgot me aswell.
I dont think what hes doing is cute. He puts these items out to taunt me.
He has a newer, better child.
