The story I told you about the blanket is true. I just wasn't the on having the contractions. Please sit, and let me explain. Before I came to Toronto, I was living in Cambridge in a boarded up rooming house, addicted to oxy, sharing a dirty mattress with a woman named Holly and her newborn son, Robbie. One morning, Holly wouldn't wake up. I didn't know what to do. I tried to revive her, but she was already cold. I looked at that beautiful little baby boy lying next to her, and I knew that I had to turn my life around for him.
Kelly