Shortly before my 6th birthday, I began to notice that my mother was getting fat and that the closer we got to my birthday the fatter she got. She began having troubles seeing her feet, waddled like a duck when she walked and was often sick or tired during the day. I was told that sometime around my birthday I was going to receive the greatest birthday present that I could ever hope for, and as my mother got bigger, my excitement grew. Along with the changes to my mother, there came changes to the house as well. New furniture arrived and was set up in my old room because my parent had moved my bedroom to make room for the soon to be arriving present. The house smelled of new paint and cleaning supplies and as all these things were going on around me I became more and more excited....

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