I will start at the start and begin at the beginning, if it is what you will, and I know it is since you were always a stickler for first things first.
I first saw your mother when she was just a girl, though I didn't know she would become your mother. My first impression was that she was a brat. A dirty brat with skinny legs and ratty hair that hung over her crabby face. It's a good thing I didn't think that way forever, or you'd never have been born!
Shara was unruly and wherever she went, she stirred up trouble. This continued for her whole life. It is probably why you have rebelled by being so straight-laced, but I digress. The beginning begins with your mother nearly dying, and your father being a hero.
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