It all started in my early childhood. I live in a small Island east in the globe and I was satisfied with my life.
I had a wonderful mom who cared for me, way more than I cared for her. My "stepdad" who I preferred to just call 'dad'.
because he was way better than than my real bastard of a dad, but that's a story for another time.
Anyways, I also had two other siblings who I'm just going to call "A and B" because thoese letters are their actually first name initials.Even though B, my little brother was only half of my blood the 3 of us have been together since he was alive, so it was like we were a real family. We had the best times together, at least we had best times together.
You see, my very cheerful mom had a dream,she dreamed that we would all someday go to America.Where some of our relatives were. Since I was about 3-4 years old by then, I didn't understand.
Ofcourse I had to understand someday that my life wasn't always going to stay the same, and so was my family.
