The little witch is born

I was born into a big family, my beautiful caring mother and my wise and hardworking dad. My 3 superheroes or older brothers (6, 5 and 4yo), and my favorite person in the world my grandma Chichi . After 3 boys my Mom hid her dream of having a baby girl underneath her pillow shaped in a pink bow that later she will put with toothpaste in my very abundant dark straight hair. My dad ran, after stating that I was “very ugly”, back home to paint my brothers blue crib with a bright pink color and Chichi went to buy me a doll and even made her an outfit using fabric from my brother’s old clothes.

I don’t know if I can remember, maybe cause I was born neurodiverse and up-to-date I keep full memories of complete days of my childhood, or maybe because these stories were told over and over through the years. I want to clarify I’m Gen x, born in the 70s therefore even though my parents loved me beyond words they didn’t know that I was “special” because my “discapacity was not obvious and what could become a problem like my lack of attention, my non verbal brain and emotional disorder cause I was also born bipolar, I have the amazing ability to mesmerize and with my very big, smart and overachievers family, I could replicate almost everything. Therefore sometimes things didn’t make sense coming from a 3 year old little girl. My brothers gave me the nickname”Pillita”.