My mother stood at her car door with her newborn baby boy cradled in her arms. "Harry, please, hurry. Its starting to snow. The baby and I are going to catch a cold." My mom had just given birth to the most handsome boy of all time just hours before. Me, of course. My mom always hated the snow. Which is a bit odd since she moved to Denver, Colorado. Is it not the snowiest area in the United States? I could be wrong.
She was rushing her husband Harry to unlock the car door. The snow was falling hard, stinging our skin. "Claire, I'm going as fast as I can, okay?" He responded in a sweet, but defensive tone. He rushed to her side of the car, unlocked it, and held it open for my mother to safely get inside. He got in as well and we began to drive home.
The drive home was about an hour away. Our house was sort of in the country. My mother always had a thing for being able to wake up to the roosters call and feel the sweet, quiet breeze outside. Although, Harry didn't like it much, he would honestly do anything for her. Even if it meant being miles away from the city where he could socialize and hang out with his friends.
We arrived to our giant tan house, and my mom handed me off to Harry. She was still in pain from giving birth to me. I mean, who wouldn't be?
He carried me into the house by my mothers side, and opened the door with his free hand to find a whole family reunion taking place. As we walked in everyone was awe-ing and saying how cute I was. The house was covered in blue balloons and other decorations.
Everyone was there. That included my grandparents, siblings, cousins, uncles and aunts, and my parent's friends. Could you believe it if I said that even our new neighbors were there?
One neighbor was a woman named Jessie. She was super nice and had just moved onto the next property over. A troubled woman, but really caring; that was her reputation. Many had described how super sweet it was that she came to congratulate her and Harry on my birth. Jessie barely knew my mom, which was pretty weird in my opinion.
At least..that's what the FBI told me- what had happened the last time I was seen- the week I turned sixteen. Best birthday present ever, right? My name is Kyle Mann, just a kid with some really tough situations. Its all just complicated, really. Let me tell you the story..
