If I had a choice, it wouldn't have happened like like this. I was born different and left unwanted in the streets. I grew up to have a jet black tail and floppy Labrador ears that matched my black hair. My mom had met a strange man who she never knew and she couldn't get ahold of after he left her with me. Her and I were alone.
    After turning five, my freak traits had shown too much and my mother soon feared me. She grew to frightened and couldn't bare to look at me. I was left in an ally as a conclusion of my mothers incapability of bearing to stand me. One of the local street gangs saw me as a unique and strong child in need and took me in. They showed me how to live and hide but most of all, how to survive.
    On my eighth birthday, I went on a peaceful walk to clear my head before the police made their rout down to the hide out. As I went on, I heard a voice, "Callahan!? Callahan!?" In a moments notice, I shot to the wall to hide. I knew something was up. The voice was feminine and definitely not one of our gang members. If some stranger was calling that name, something was wrong. The voice mumbled and I started to approach closer. As I focused in, I saw the female. I then, in a split second, ran up and enveloped the woman in a hug. A thought came to mind and as quick as I came, I pushed out. "What's your problem! Why! Where were you! How could you!" I yelled, trying to find a phrase good enough to hold my emotion and thought.
    An infant voice broke out crying in anger of my yelling. "Callahan," my mother started to sob. I stood firmly, trying not to cry as well. My attention was drawn to an open backpack on my mom, Amber's, back. The infant noises trailed from inside and I stumbled behind her to observe, still trying to be tough. Amber was too busy crying to be concerned in my actions and to what they might lead into. I saw a card sticking out of the bottom zipper pocket and a blanketed bundle in the main chamber. Amber slowly melted to the ground in tears so the backpack was on my level to observe.
    As I pulled down the blanket, pale flesh was revealed to the broad daylight sun. A chubby baby's face had been hidden underneath the blanket. I gave the baby a pitiful smile that made it smile in return. I went back to a strait face and said, keeping my cool, "Who's child?"
    She sniffed and replied,"I met your father again."
    I was too frustrated to let her finish."So you decided to have a child just to leave them out to fend for himself like you did me! All because you were afraid of them being different!"
    She started to cry again, "I'm so sorry, Callahan."
    "It's not Callahan." She looked to me in a curious gesture. "That was the name of a mutated monster no one could love. My Name is Kagè Santo." She tried to understand but I just took the bag. "Thanks for the unloved child, goodbye, mom." I stuttered on the word "mom". I hadn't used it in such a long line and I never wanted to have to use it again. I hoped for this to never happen again.
    She tried to stop me but was too shaken to move. She started to fumble around, trying to grasp ahold of reality. She had to understand that her freaks were gone and she would never see them again, at least I hoped. I pulled away into the alley.
    I set the bag down and pulled out the baby out, now sleeping, putting him on my lap. I fingered the card and opened to find a long note and some provisions. I put the card back and held the child as he started to fuss and wake. My mom was right. If this was my pure brother with our parents' genetics, he would soon be a monster like me. But for now, he was normal. We needed to hide. "Well Dakoda, welcome to the pack lil' brother."