Obviously I was not meant to be in this photo, but inadvertently wandered in front of the camera. As I recall I was beaten mercilessly for ruining a photo of the favored children, my brother and sister.
The dull look on my face is surely due to malnutrition... And as is plainly seen, I had no toys such as those which adorn my siblings.
Always deeply reverent, my constant prayer was for God to send someone who would love me... Still unanswered to this day.
This is my brother and sister instructing me on how I was to stand during my beating.
This is all I remember of my childhood... Guess I've repressed everything else.