A story about childhood written with all the love and affection I never had for either my mother or father.
It was so many years ago and yet time has not erased the memory of that early morning in New York which allowed me to see for the first time what my parents really meant to me yet before I go in to that; I will start with the following. I was born in New York yet despite having been born in the United States; I spent the first five years of my life living abroad with my grandparents.