Twister

I had no family that is what everyone told me. We were very poor from being an influence we then had nothing.

I had to shift myself and do what needed to be done and not whine. Did it involve anything bad? No, it is good working. I had nothing. I would be a street urchin and die as a crackhead and be no longer any use to anybody.

"Just like a nobody like Dad he did not know it he was a crackhead already."

"Don't say that about your Pa," and my ear would be pulled as if the magic idea was if I was bad the hand on the ear would be walking me.

I did nothing for a while and Father took it badly.

They dined on the fact that I would fetch something that was always in demand. I went round and round. In something like circles and did not take it for granted that I was something.

I was standard they told me and they told me all the time that I was going to commit to something.

I was always stranded.

Grandma adopted me.

"She is now my child I gave birth to her," and she winked.

I slowly crawled into her lap. She was so cozy and fell asleep.

"Such a heavy child." And there were tears in her eyes I chanced to look. Then closed my eyes again. We were identical except in age I was so like her it made me think she was my ma. I did not want anyone else. But the heavy rains and the traumas told me not true you are not the bespoke daughter you are related to someone diabolical.

Then I was told I was a lost cause because even mum deserted me. Mother deserted me because I had no barcode.

I was a reject stolen a illegitimate. I was nobody’s. He did not want to marry her because she was already someone’s wife. Her husband could not be conned either. So she slipped me off the motorbike and drifted off.

Pa had flown to the winds.

Neighbors gazed politely at me what sort would take her on? There was no heritage because Mother would not acknowledge me and Dad was a Lager lout.

If a passer-by had not seen me in white in the dead of night I would have perished by morning. I was in the motorbike casket there it was all said and done. It made news and the mother never turned nor was she wanted.

Do not spring it on me someday I will be a some body too.

"Trash that is who it is coming." I was only walking down the road when this whispering came upon I had an umbrella and somehow it landed on heads many heads. I was ever so pleased and did not control my temper. Until grandma came taking me by the ears and home we walked like that.

“Grandma said it grandma always said the worst thing was she had no memory she could not believe what had happened. I do not like motorcycles and dislike the jolting of things. I dislike all that sort of thing.

Grandma having adopted me suffered severe money problems.

Bad luck unlucky.

What did happen?

A couple went riding and dumped me into the dumping ground but I was not killed.

Love kills in the end.

When it is traveling by night.

Want and then ask for nothing but nobody likes to give anything money as being the most important thing in the world. Money was everything the currency as if that made me the heirloom that nobody asked for and did not know what to do with.

“Gutters are the place for people with no money,” would swear great granddad.

I would follow his walk he was walking with his hands behind his back and I would copy that. Every other child would be included in there. I walked Huseyin’s walk and the town children followed us all.

“The entire neighborhood was laughing as that mattered to me. I was not too fond of great Huseyin because he hurt great Emine and that madden him. He hated to be disliked he asked to be unnamed in any dealings with me. He just disliked the thought of someone unencumbered with real parents.

“You know what illegal means?” He would ask.

“I am not sure it means when one is inside jail or a hospital.”

“Nothing of the sort,” Gold laughed.

“It is illegal to mate with persons and have a baby, That is illegal and that is why I hurt your great grandma. Who do I hurt with you?”

“I don’t know great grandpa.”

“I am going to hurt Emine again.”

“No great grandpa she is hurt already.”

“Her going blind is a pretense.”

“You should see her with no tongue and without her sight.”

“Who cut it?”

“I had it cut.” He boasted.” I had that cut,”

“Such a cute great grandpa.” I shivered madness it was all of that. I would follow great- grandpa and make sure he did not hurt her again. Hands behind my back such as he used to walk. We would amble down the road. He would sneer at me.

"Try to stop me. It is a bubble of the oceans it is like water my insane Granddaughter you don't understand just like your grandpa."

"I married her in good faith." He continued.

"She was sold and bought a slave she should have not been molested but came with experience."

"Is experience bad Grandpa?" I was puzzled.

"Some experience is,"

I was still puzzled.

Usually, no one told me anything. I was strangely not aware of the whole expertise of allowed and not allowed.

"When a man goes to bed with a woman it makes her experienced." He cried in some rage.

"Are you not experienced?"

"I am."

"Well?"

"Nothing of the sort, Don't teach her that." Said Gold.

"If he was a man or woman then that did not matter if they were both experienced?"

I was getting confused.

Life was hard with half-truths.

This was the end of my education. I thought I was not allowed to learn anything else. Until in my mid-teens.

When Dad gave me a sex book. I saw diagrams of couples doing the raw actions. I disliked the whole stuff but Dad had given a book so it must be okay. I did not think the diagrams were well drawn.

"Ah, I see," I was not puzzled I was going to behave well so I did not end up like Emine grumps. Emine was beaten and beaten she was crying all the time.

"Well, you should have let her go."

"I cannot."

"I am caught in her trap."

I could never see bees without the honey trap. I thought they were for bees.

I was Grandpa's best friend and I would advise him on what to do with his violent tendencies.

My grand had nothing left no mouth no eyes and there he was caught in her. I was not being malicious but Grandpa was insane. I had to protect him from himself and followed him down the road and up the hill. He would be okay in his office.

“You are going to tell then?”

“Yes, great grandpa.”

“Never mind child,”

“Don’t know what to do with her always telling on us.”

“It was not right.”

“She had it coming.”

“So do you,” I said, and I left to tell.

“Emine dress me tomorrow in my best suit.”

"Are you going anywhere?" Gold asked we all lived in a small room because the house had burnt down and we were too broke to rebuild.

The pots and pans were in the outhouse where someone else lived. It was so overcrowded we all bumped into each other and seemed to live in each other's pockets.

The scent of the oranges sent the whole thing into wild bullish mood. Except we were the farmers. Not the ones allowed to consume.

"I rather you did not do that," A constant refrain. The only thing allowed was we were to be punished.

"For what?"

"For everything."

We owed everyone money. Sometimes the pretense left and we were allowed to cry our sorrows and our disappointment.

We were barely allowed to move in the grove and mattered less than anyone in the entire sauced town. We were so poor we had to beg the very clothes on our backs.

Then Gold would arrive with something and we felt the value of having connections. We were given stuff and she said she had bought them. Charity did not matter we were not making anybody poor. The castoffs meant we were known as poor.

She must have done. He died he died and she was a wife no more.

So they had to get rid of me. I was a burden on lies and they could not break the law. When I was in the house they held their tongues and did not know that they had liked me but now did not.

They feared me. I had the sting I was going to be the police and they knew it. I went to do the work. There was a lot to be done.

Up on that tree, I saw who was who and who did wrong. The entire town began to worry.