“At the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold”. I never thought I’d hear myself say that. It’s been three years, and i’m still lost. All around me was sin, crime, sin, crime, sin, crime, sin, crime…murder. Bloody, horrifying murder. I didn't belong here. I needed to get back… back home.
I fell. No, I was pushed, shoved, mistaken for someone else. I did my time on Earth, and now I’m back, well shit… where do I start?
March 21 a baby girl was born in upstate Wellington in a small, wooden cabin. It was an at home delivery since my aunt was an RN, and for those uneducated humans, RN stands f