Wednesday 18 February 1996
My dad just got a call from his ex-wife, my mom, telling him that she's going to the hospital because she's going to give birth to a new baby born, a girl called: Me. Its kind of hard to come to this world without knowing how hard and difficult life could be, knowing as well that I'm not going to live like any normal child living with a real mom and dad. Here comes me, token in the hands of a women that should be my mom but, everything changed in a while .. My mom decided that she doesn't want me, she gave me to my dad and he gave me to his mom, my grandma .. Moving from the hospital to the house where I should have to visit once in a week if I was living with two real parents, but it looks like I'm going to live in this house forever.
Laying in my grandma's hands, feeling her cuore beats, looking through her eyes emotionally trying to send me a message that she's going to replace the mom that I've never had. Living with her, dad and my uncle in the same house. We were a small family with less members, living in a house hiding it secrets & surprises .. Discovering every corner of this house, my home.
The childhood part ..
Here I am, growing up in this house, get habited to the idea of living with a strange air o let's just say that its not the right mood to live with. I started to call her mom .. Is it right? Is it wrong? Who know what the future hold but for this lifetime everything's just fine. This girl is now at the age of 3 years, talkative, fun, smart & everyone loves her. She went to school, all the kids were crying but her, and da her I mean me I'm proud to be myself. I calmed them all and everyone was shocked, a girl like me should be the one who's crying but even when I was a little kid I was strong enough to handle everything no matter what. So I lived between two homes, house and school. With time, my real mom decided that she wanted to see me every Friday and my parents accept it. A close Friday has come & here I am, picking up my baggages to a brand new giorno with a brand new mother .. o should I say, brand new old mother ...
To be continued ..
My dad just got a call from his ex-wife, my mom, telling him that she's going to the hospital because she's going to give birth to a new baby born, a girl called: Me. Its kind of hard to come to this world without knowing how hard and difficult life could be, knowing as well that I'm not going to live like any normal child living with a real mom and dad. Here comes me, token in the hands of a women that should be my mom but, everything changed in a while .. My mom decided that she doesn't want me, she gave me to my dad and he gave me to his mom, my grandma .. Moving from the hospital to the house where I should have to visit once in a week if I was living with two real parents, but it looks like I'm going to live in this house forever.
Laying in my grandma's hands, feeling her cuore beats, looking through her eyes emotionally trying to send me a message that she's going to replace the mom that I've never had. Living with her, dad and my uncle in the same house. We were a small family with less members, living in a house hiding it secrets & surprises .. Discovering every corner of this house, my home.
The childhood part ..
Here I am, growing up in this house, get habited to the idea of living with a strange air o let's just say that its not the right mood to live with. I started to call her mom .. Is it right? Is it wrong? Who know what the future hold but for this lifetime everything's just fine. This girl is now at the age of 3 years, talkative, fun, smart & everyone loves her. She went to school, all the kids were crying but her, and da her I mean me I'm proud to be myself. I calmed them all and everyone was shocked, a girl like me should be the one who's crying but even when I was a little kid I was strong enough to handle everything no matter what. So I lived between two homes, house and school. With time, my real mom decided that she wanted to see me every Friday and my parents accept it. A close Friday has come & here I am, picking up my baggages to a brand new giorno with a brand new mother .. o should I say, brand new old mother ...
To be continued ..
why is it people only have arguement about things
that are famouse HMMMM!
i would prefer to say how crap chocklet cake is
but know it has to be stuff that everyone likes i mean it there was only 1 giorno o a week that nobody
to take the mick o the biscotto out of anything of stuff like what is better pizza o burgers
what brings me to the conclusion what is the best
pizza o burgers
answer the domanda be my fan write a commento and STICK TO THE consigli I HAVE GAVE te AND PAST IT ON TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS
that are famouse HMMMM!
i would prefer to say how crap chocklet cake is
but know it has to be stuff that everyone likes i mean it there was only 1 giorno o a week that nobody
to take the mick o the biscotto out of anything of stuff like what is better pizza o burgers
what brings me to the conclusion what is the best
pizza o burgers
answer the domanda be my fan write a commento and STICK TO THE consigli I HAVE GAVE te AND PAST IT ON TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS
"I promise my dear that i will tell no one of what te will tell me today " detto the man .
"Alright but te will not like what i tell te .' 'I do not know where to begin ."
"Just start with your name I am willing to listen " detto the man " i am doctor after all."
"ok , my name is Melody Willgrove and i am a werewolf "
alright if te want hear più . tell me because that was just a prologue .sorry if it bored u