Muffin Cakes and I

Growing up , I shared a bed with six sister and five brothers. One sister, Muffin Cakes, and I were to youngest so eventually when our other siblings died for reason such as murder or tuberolosis it was just the two of us. We shared the bed still until about the age of twenty( Muffin Cakes was exactly nine months younger) when my sister by devine conception became pregnant. The baby was slow and sadly did not live long, but it only brought us closer as a family. S now you know just a little about my growing up on the farm in Iceland