Who am I? I don't know. Actually, I know very little of my own personal history. I was born on a piece of land, very much like a plantation, My mother died during birth and I spent my earlier years being raised by her Midwife, Marieke. While my father had little to do with me. Eventually, on her death bed, Marieke told me My father was fearful of me. The older I grew the more he felt uneasy with me. He would eventually separate himself from me in my early teens, or so. I think he blamed me for the death of Marieke. I loved her. Se was my world and it shattered into pieces the day I lost her. I have been alone ever since and no matter how hard I tried I would never truly love another woman again.
Having been born on a farm, of sorts. Combined with the Death of my mother and my fathers disinterest in me. I honestly have almost no idea how old I actually am. There is no birth certificate. There is no time in my life I can recall being told a date. Not a year, not even a day. All I know is I was born in July.
Another thing to make mention is; I age at almost half the speed of other people around me, or so it seems. By the time I was in what should have been my late teens I was about the size of an 8 year old boy. This continued my whole life. I have always appeared years younger than I really was - within estimation. If I knew then, what I know now, the world would be a far more different place. ...and not for the better.
I have lived a long long life. I have witnessed things happen that today's children read about in inaccurate History books. I have lived long enough to have been able to get a general estimation of my age. But, I don't think this is the right time to share that. Nobody would believe me and this isn't that kind of fiction.
What I can say, is that I have lived a very long and unique life. I have experienced events that normal people are lucky enough to never come into closer contact with than the Nightly news or what The Post writes about. Sadly all these events, happenings and experiences began the day my mother died and the trend has continued ever since. Unfortunately for many, the older I got the less accidental it was.
Take of it what you will. Consider it what you want. This is simply the ramblings of a very old man with a lot to say.
Tom B. Heirloom
