- About Us
OKAY, SO THIS IS REALLY LENGTHY SO BEWARE!!! ----------- The Home is a place where they hold freaks. Kids who can't tell left from right, kids who have problems. Kids like me. It was made after the second World War to house kids without a home, kids who were traumatized by the events of the war, and even a few kids who's parents forgot about them since other more 'important' children had died. You could call it luck that I happened to be born in the 20th century and that I didn't have to be left alone after a war. I call it punishment. Being born while the war raged on would only be a blessing. Maybe I would die in the mother's stomach and never make it out in time to see the world with it's greedy eyes as it stared at me with hate and shamefulness. If I had died, I wouldn't have to be at the Home. I'm not a suicidal kid, though. I don't want to kill myself, I just wish that I hadn't come into the harsh world that raised me.