Stories from Childhood

Visited my grandparents. Gran reminisced about my childhood.  She told me that as a result of my tracheotomy and subsequent croup, I was spoiled by everyone, including my brother.  He was so kind to me for so long, up until I was about 10 or 11 years old.  It would seem that I pushed him too far and he punched me.

At the time, I had looked to Gran for backup but she had explained that I had been asking for it. Apparently, instead of crying I just smiled at this. I was a manipulative child.

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