I Love Blueberries

It all started soon after my fifth birthday. My dad had gotten an appendectomy, and since it had ruptured while he was on the table, he was hooked up to a hemodyalsis machine to clean the poison from his blood. THEN, my mom was due with my brother, and since she'd had me by c-section, she had to have my brother that way as well. So, before she went into the hospital, she asked the preacher if my sister and I could stay with them. They said yes, and one morning I woke up to pancakes being made. I started eating them, and that was what started my blueberry addiction! :-D :-D!!