Family Backstory

At 14 there was a change in what I saw, it was like my dreams were a series that kept on coming one after another every time I slept and every time, I would be awake at the same time, 9 am and every 9 pm I would see her either in the hallway or sitting right in front of my bed, playing with a broken doll.

At first, I thought she was a pretty nice girl. I was 7 back then. I always thought that someone might have disabilities due to the traumatic experiences they're witnessing and so I thought that this woman was one of them too, little did I know that she was the one who was the sole cause of this trauma and before I came to know it, it was those last 10 seconds that I saw this dark room, for the last time. At the age of 8, I began to wonder about my parents. Every other 5 or 6 years old seems to recollect clearly what happened to their parents, but surprisingly I was the only one who didn't, and this led to the juniors of age 3 or 4 to think I was born magically.

I really wanted to know about them and so I asked the attendant who was in charge of me, she seems pretty nervous and I never knew why until I actually was mature enough to understand and judge things accordingly. I always asked her the same question when I had the chance and every time I did, she would always say, "I found you in a basket at my threshold". Having the same reply from her every single time, it made me come to believe that way until the age of 16.

At 16, I snuck into one of the indentures' rooms; brightly lit by many lights and it seemed alive, unlike the house. There was this thick file that I tossed into my bag, almost the perfect size for the file, and found another file that was the quarter of the first. "Jammy" Jammy Hudson was my name, which I came to know at 16. This whole time I was being called Joseph, but many called me Josie and the rest called me Nameless freckles as I had many freckles. Hence, I came to be called by many names and not just one, but for myself. I was Joseph and mainly Jammy.

I had a pretty weird experience at the age of 9. This woman suddenly started speaking to me; though I attained no education during my life, I had this blessing of understanding several languages and she spoke early Latin America. She often said, "Sleep, my love, the monsters under your bed won't hurt you". I highly doubted if such a thing really breathed, but if it did, maybe I would like to see it. I got this weird expression of seeing ourselves as monsters. It was because this woman, though she seemed off, she never hurt me and it made me think that those kids just hated her for being here. This was before I turned 13.

I rummaged through my bag to get the file out that says "Jammy Hudson" While going through the first five pages, I found nothing that I should be looking for, it was merely about myself including the results of the therapy sessions that I took. I was pretty frustrated for not being able to find what I wanted to find until I came across a page that says "Family Background".

As per the indentures, my parents were the founder of this house, this house what I always called "house" was basically day-care and it was the desire of my Mum, initially to form it. However (Reading Further) I came to know, they suffered a tragic death. There was a conflict between my mom and dad. I came to know that my dad murdered my mom by burning her and then later throwing her and it says they found her body in the tree. Further details of my dad weren't mentioned, and it gave me the expression that he must have run off to somewhere and I doubt if he's even alive as I died at 18 and he was 44 at that time and now that I'm 65, he can't be living.