1. My First-Born
The day my life actually began was November 11, 1999. This was the day that my son, Christopher, was born. As a first-time father, I had no idea what to do or expect. Its not like kids come with an instruction manual. I would have to learn how to care for, teach, and financially ... amounts just as they do in the times. Then there was the changing of the diapers, which occurred whenever I would feed him and sometimes in between. Which I must confess at first were not that bad but as he got older got worse till finally he was potty trained and could handle things without my help. The sleeples...
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