Pinhead #2

I am the oldest pinhead although not the brightest by far. Just because you are older doesnt mean you are smarter or any more deserving of respect. It just means that you so happened to be born first. I have become extremely attached to my little tiny computer, it has saved my hide in more ways than one on more than a few occassions. Its funny the things you become attached to. Something about these little keys makes me feel alive. and like my fellow pinhead I have quite the story to tell. I am a mother of three although to look at me you would never know it. They dont live with me right now which is a pain I can just barely scratch the surface of today. The wound is too fresh, too new, too raw, too real. It would be impossible to explain the pain of loosing your children, especially to your own twisted version of a mother. I feel as if I am a car crash survivor, or survived the sinking of the titanic or something. I am alone in the world with only my meager possessions for company. Hence why I have grown so attached to my tiny keyboard. It is my only link to the outside world, my only way of staying connected with friends and those friends I call family. And my sweet sister. How else could I tell her how much she means to me without the beauty of this little gadget. When you dont have anything, you sure learn fairly quickly whats really important to you and to your survival. What can you just not possibly live without? What could never be replaced no matter how much money you came up with?