One Shot - I was Plus Vam poem

I watched as Willa and Bammie held hands, they were getting married. I was 2. Its my earliest memory. hey are both amazed i remember it. When i was 5, i sat, and waited, as Willa brought my little brother into the world. I was still 5 when my little brother - Alex - died. He was born early. Too early. And he died in Bammie's arm's, as Willa held his tiny hand. When i was 6, again Willa brought another baby into the world. A sister. They called her Mae. She lived, and much to my annoyance, got much attention from my parents. When i was 7, i packed my Barbie suitcase and ran away. But Willa found me soon enough and sobbed into my shoulder that he would pay more attention to me. When i was 8, Grandma April babysat little Mae as Willa and Bammie took me to disneyland. It was the best week of my life. When i was 10, Bammie decided that it was his turn to bring a child into our family, and he gave me a little brother. Philip. I was the only one who could stop him crying, and Mae and I took delight in caring for him. When i was 12, Mae almost died. She was on her way to school - a different one to mine - and her bus crashed. Willa and Bammie were at her side the whole time. I was there too, whenever i could be, and i wished and wished for her to be ok. She'll never walk again. But she's alive, healthy and happy. When i was 13, i started my periods, but was convinced i was dying. I crawled into bed with Willa and Bammie that night, who soon became concerned. I only ever went to them when i had nightmares, or i i was ill. But once they figured everything out, they were calm and clear about what was going on, and i soon felt better. When i was 15, April died. Bammie was heartbroken and Willa did all he could to comfort him. He took Bammie, Mae, Philip and I back to Finland. We've lived there ever since. When i was 16, Bammie and Willa started arguing, fighting, they were never happy anymore. When i was 17, they got divorced and i was forced to choose. I choose Willa, and for a year we leaved alone in Finland, while Bam returned to West Chester with Mae and Philip. When i was 18, Willa tried, and failed, to commit suicide. When he awoke, he asked for one person, as i was already a his side. Bam. When i was 20, Bammie and Willa married again, in front of everyone we loved. When i was 22, i meet Jonne. He was a bit older. 27. But i didn't care, and soon we were a couple. When i was 25, he proposed and i said yes. When i was 26, Bammie and Willa walked me down the isle as i married the man i love as much as they love each other. At the age's of 27, 29 and 34 i gave birth to little girls - April, Ebony and Anita. When i was 30 and 36, i gave birth to little boys - Ville and Bam. Now im 55 and my beautiful children are all grown up, making children of thier own, but my husband, Jonne and I are still as in love as they day we married. Now i stand here, at Bammie and Willa's funeral, where i have to say goodbye. Willa died first, cancer, and Bam killed himsel to be with him. They are joined again in death and i can only hope they are happy.