So, I’d researched into my own family history, because I wanted to know where I had come from, what I didn’t expect, was the unraveling of my life because of this digging into my family’s past.

My scorched family tree, and no, the fires had been set, from WAY, WAY, W-A-Y before I was even CONCEIVED, and so, you’d think, that I would have ZERO responsibilities for patching it all up, because I was NEVER the one, who BROKE it in the first place!

And now, my family tree, it sat, in my BIG, BACKYARD, with the bark, smoked, because of that fire that happened, way, way, WAY before I was EVER even conceived, and yeah, I should consider removing THAT eyesore too!