My Origin?

Hmm, I guess birth is an obvious answer, but there is another. Before middle school, I didn't like to read or write, and had no creativity to make up a story, or find out I was really good at it. But after I was diagnosed with leukemia the doctor says I had to stay home, so I was home schooled for the first time. One of my assignments was to write certain poems like sonnets and haikus. It was my sonnet about my nephew that impressed the teachers, and said I was good at it. I liked my sonnet, too. So I decided to read and write more when I came back to regular school. I guess my origin started after my 14th birthday, when I became sick and changed.

My world was black and white, divided with a boarder line, but after seeing reality the two colors mixed. Anything can be both bad and good at the same time. A blessing can become a curse, a curse can become a blessing.