...In The Beginning

...Recently, I discovered the truth about my legs.  The love of my life, Nathaniel, told me.  He and Charles have remained friends after all these years.  Since Nanthaniel (Nate) and I were reunited, I asked him if he knew how my legs got burned.  He wasn't sure but indicated that he would find out.  By the next day he had the answer.  Charles informed Nate that I didn't climb into a tub of hot water.

He accidentally spilled hot water on me while making tea.  I was in my high chair at the kitchen table and he was pouring the water into a teacup in front of me and spilled it.  Now, the way the scars appear on my legs that would be a more accurate account of how I was burned.  The tub thing just didn't fly right.  Of course Nate asked me not to say anthing to Joyce.  I said I wouldn't.  At least I'll hold it as long as I can.  The truth always comes out of me soone or later.

The mind is a terrible thing to waist and for years I believed the version my mother told me about my legs.  I even have vivid visions of he incident; the tub, the water and climbing into the water.  My mind tatally blocked out of what happened.  I can't help but wonder what else have I blocked out or changed to be able to live a somewhat productive life.  Nathaniel, hmmm...more later.

I have flash memories of the things I was aware of concerning Charles.  I knew he was different and the family always spoke about him in whispers...