The Chronicles Of Katerine

The delivery room was noisy. There was the sound of a screaming baby and a mother passing out. The nurse rinsed me off and tucked me into a bassinet. I was a big baby, with a head full of jet black locks and big sad brown eyes. I must have looked through my baby pictures one hundred million times and I do not remember my eyes ever looking happy. I guess I inherited that trait from my mother. Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time I was actually ingenuously content. Even though my memories of being a child are far better than those of my adolescence and early adulthood. I made a lot of stupid decisions, that probably made my life turn out the way it has. I'm always confused, I never know how to answer certain questions. I think about what I'm going to say, making people believe I'm lying to them.