Thanks to complications at my birth, I suffered from stunted growth.
The youngest of four siblings, it was clear that I was the runt of the litter, and my small stature was, no doubt, mirrored by my intelligence.
Mine was an unpleasant childhood: Brought up in an atmosphere of loathing and bitterness, yet – as they say – what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.
I grew very strong.
And the killing… took place at my hands. First my brothers and sister, followed by my parents.
I got away with it, of course, thanks to my ‘stunted mental growth’.