Prologue: "I'm Here"

A Chapter by Owen Ripley

Are things different because we make them different?

I cant be sure of the mystery in this world, but what i do know is you may enjoy what you read-here and now.

Lights always shine on a newborn but that light is different for each, i myself believe that when we are born we are always meant for someone, even if that someone doesn't necessarily want us.

I bet i was born to a couple of teenagers who new nothing of what life really is, except for sex and maybe partying with friends.

I do not hate them for not keeping me, but that fact that they never tried to find me constantly drove me crazy.

Honestly what was wrong with me? what was it about me that made them possibly say " nope i think were good". I'm joking obviously, I don't expect any parent to say that unless its a line coming from some s****y Seth rogen movie.

I have had those kinds of thoughts growing up in foster care, but i never took them really serious, sure i would cry and try to make my self feel bad with the thoughts of not having something others did.

But i would quickly get over it and think of something bran new.

Sure things are bad every where, but life is awesome and i don't see the craziness in being constantly depressed. I know there is love somewhere out there for me, and now i know where my parents live.