Ok I know I chose a really weird character but o well. Please commento and please dont be to harsh this is my firts time at Scrivere something like this.

Birth
On May 28th 1854 I opened my eyes to see my mother’s green eyes. My mahogany hair identical to hers. I had my dad’s blue eyes. I was the perfect baby girl they had always wanted.
6 Years later
My mum Jessica came home with tears streaming down her face. I knew almost immediately what had happened. Last week my dad had been rushed into hospital. Into intensive care from a serious accident. He was only 33 my mum 32, so he had good survival chances we were told. “It’s bad Mummy?” I asked. “Yes it’s bad Heidi. But it’s not that bad. Daddy’s gone to Heaven, the nice place te understand.”My mother picked me up both of us crying and carried me to bed. She didn’t make me get up for my first giorno of school the successivo day. Neither my eleven anno old brother, Brook, nor I went. Brook has always been closer to Daddy than Mummy. So I thought it would have been harder for him. But me and Mummy seemed to be taking it the hardest. “Brook are te sure te want to go to school today?” Mummy asked. “Yes. I’ll be fine” I ran into his leg holding it tightly. “Love te Brook” I shouted. “Love te two Heid.” He hugged me softly before picking me up and handing me to Mummy. “Be good” he added.
A little while later there was a tap on the door downstairs. Mummy was giving me a bath so she left to answer it. She was back a few minuti later, her face completely blank. She wrapped me up in a towel and helped my quickly into my dress. “Where going to look for Brook, ok Heidi?” Mummy said. But Brook was at school wasn’t he? So why would we need to go looking for him? “Brook” Mummy started shouting. “Brook, Brook where are you?” Brooks’s Friends and people from the neighbourhood came to help. We spent all giorno out looking for him. “Brook” I yawned. It was about eight o’clock way past my letto time. da now everyone had a lantern including Mummy. It was Ben’s dad, Brooks’s closest friend, which found him. Mummy fell to her knees, dropping me in the process. The force of it could have smashed my knees, but it didn’t. I ran over to him, spreading my arms across his chest, happy we had found him. Why wasn’t mummy doing the same? I didn’t understand why was she crying? I looked up at Brooks’s white, cold face and realised why. But I refused to believe it and clung to him stronger. It was Ben who pulled me away from him. But I kicked up a fuss Screaming and kicking, tears streaming down my face. But da some miracle Ben kept hold of me and I fell asleep, crying, against his shoulder.