Next place

Well, I told you about our first apartment together, apartment two was a big room. They call it a studio apartment. It was good because from the kitchen you saw every room in the place, minus inside the closet and inside the bathroom. But it was nice, I got lonely there alot, my mom would leave and my dad would leave and I would make holes in the wall. Yes, yes, I was really bored, I guess that's why my mom told her student yes to getting a companion for me. You see, Kiwi was given to my mom by one of her students, I was so excited when she came home, a little mad too because she threw up on my mom on her way home. She was very underweight, maybe two pounds. But we fattened her up to three pounds and now she steals my food. She is a little witch sometimes but you gotta love her.

I lost all train of thought I was talking about me and the new apartment, well it was nice. A whole big room to mess up. When I loved there I was well potty trained (my dad made sure of that), and this one time it was raining, my mom says it was raining cats and dogs but I was nothing of the sort. Well, it was raining and I needed to go to the bathroom, did I tell you I hate water (I have to tell you the time I went to the beach, but yes that is another story), yes I hate water, and I had to go so I was scratching at the sliding door. My dad opened the door and heard the rain and nope didn't go out. So, he closed it and nope couldn't hold so I scratched again and this time my mom opened the door and I went out maybe a few feet and nope didn't want to get wet. So, few seconds later couldn't take it anymore, so my dad opened the door I ran out in the supposed rain with cats and dogs (go figure) and I did my business and came inside. That was the worst. But, yep that was that apartment, the next apartment well you should know is another story....

I am 6...

I am 6 and I have been through a lot my short life. I came to live with my mom and dad when my grandma brought me over from El Paso. My dad was busy at the time, so my new mom picked me up. I loved it, I had all there attention, my mommy is a teacher and my daddy well at the time was going to school. We lived in this big apartment, but I didn't like it too much, I would always see ghosts. Sometimes I would hide from them and they would go crazy looking for me. They would go outside, out both balconies, and the whole time I was in between all the blankets. Then they would laugh but yeah, it was funny. My sister, Kiwi, never saw that apartment, we moved to another apartment. But that is a whole other story...