The story starts out with me, a little red head growing up in the small town of Assaria. Bright hair, sprinkled with freckles, I will admit, I was adorable. As I grew up my parents divorced. I. She was giving my dad time to get his life together. It was sad, but then when I heard, the talk was always about money.
Money is such a petty thing to quarrel over, but worst of all ruin a family over.
And when we were growing up, it sometimes seemed that we were possessions in this game of life. Possessions that equal taxes which equaled money. I felt like war was being fought over us for a couple of unnecessary dimes. I may sound conceited when I say this, but in Junior High I was consider one of those popular girls. I still ponder that.