Growing up, I use to wonder what love really meant or felt. I always felt ridicules watching my parents hold hands and smile into each other’s eyes and kiss their lips and say a thousand ‘’ I love you’s” in one minute.
They said I was a weird child. That I hated to be carried as soon as I could walk. I hated kisses on my face and wet slouchy ones to my cheeks. Mama said I would wail as soon as I saw someone’s lips close to mine. I would slap and claw with my little baby fingers.
