A Fictional Story

Hi. My name is...Well, I don't really have a name. That is, until May 1. See, my mom abandoned me and my two brothers and sisters when we were only three weeks old. What happened was, when my mom left us on the top of a rock wall in Livingston, we were small and did not know much so we laid there cuddled together.
Two nights passed, and we were cold and hungry. Surprisingly, mom did not come back yet.
In the morning it was warm and sunny. …