Jaded

I was born December 7, 1985, in Tulsa, Oklahoma, at Saint Francis Hospital. My father gave me my first name, Miranda, naming me after a place in New Mexico. My mother gave me my middle name, Kyle, saying she liked it because of its Irish sound.
My father was a salesman who greatly enjoyed the things of the world. My mother was a loving mother who worked when she was told to do so, and took care of my brother and me.
I lived the first four years of my life in Prue, Oklahoma. My younger brother, who was born just fifteen months after me, made the remaining two years and ten months a living nightmare. For example, one early Christmas morning I jumped out of bed eager to see what gifts Santa had left me the night before; only to find that a small monster had crept in just after Santa Clause had left and mangled all the gift wrappings, tearing them to shreds.
My father was a salesman who greatly enjoyed the things of the world. My mother was a loving mother who worked when she was ...