I want to apogize to every one who has written asking what happened to Biddy Baby. Just as in real life, she is alive and well. I've had some major stress in my person life which was taking all my time. I Hope now that it is resolved, I can finish posting this short(?)story and move on to the next.
I think, now is a good time to explain a few things.
1. This story is really based on my autobiograph. Yes, it's true-or aleast as true as my memory will allow. I sat down at my keyboard on night and started typing. A year later, I ended up with this small part of my life. The only editing I have done is to run Spell and Grammar Check. I apologise to any of you who think I am too ponderous, but in self defense, I must point out that this project is therapy that reads well.
2. I grew up with 5 sisters ranging in ages of 4 to 10 years older then me. As a result, I had to learn quickly in order to servive. I'll be dealing with serial torture of a preschool boy in another story. Needless to say, I learned to do many things at this young age that the average adult never has to deal with. (At least in a world where their god is not sleeping)
3. If you do not like to read about tragety, stop reading this story when I turn 18 years old and leave for the army. I will be describing in graphic detail, the death of my mother due to breast cancer and the unique way that Biddy and I dealt with it.
In the mean time, I'll keep posting a chapter every day or so. The whole story is around 20 chapters unless I break down and do some editing.
Thanks to everyone who has sent encouragement and suggestions. It helps to know I am not alone out there.