Life of a Hatian girl

Chapter 1

In the beginning, we were always destined for something. Destine to breathe and live life, destine to find peace and harmony, even destined to find our true love or our true purpose in life, but the hard part is we don't have a clue on how to even get there. Blinded by the world's view on what's right and what's wrong, yet at the end of the day, we are exhausted and drained of trying to live up to everyone's beliefs. From trials and tribulations. I realize you can't really live to everyone's expectations, even how hard you try to please them, you yourself can't ever be enough. Miserably for me, I had to learn this the hard way and I'm still trying to learn.

This story starts with me. Hi, my name is Alissa, and nice to meet you. Let me take you on a journey that is sadly called life.

Every kid's dream is to live a great and happy childhood, with loving parents and loving stable home. Where everything is peaches and cream, but sadly for me, it wasn't the case. Oddly I was born in the most chaotic traumatizing family you can think of. Well, at least for me. I was first born and sadly the firstborn gets the worse name. Through all the nine months my mom carried me, she sadly got my name out of a kids movie. Yes, I know a kid's movie out of all of the nice mystical names and places, she named me out of a kids movie. My mom and I always had a love and hate relationship for some reason we just weren't destined to be mother and daughter, but I'll get to that agonizing story later. For anyone who's asking for my dad, well you guessed it he's not here. Well partly, he comes in and out. Yes, it's sad I know, but you get over it at a certain age.

Being born Haitian American you only come to American for one thing and one thing only school. No friends, no boys, no parties, for sure no sleepovers, so basically nothing. Just here to get an education, but as my mom calls it " being a doctor, a lawyer, or an engineer." I have heard this countless times, throughout my whole life, because that will bring you big money, but is life really about money?

Being rich, having a big house, a big car, and ughhh a big family.

Ummm I think not.

I don't really remember the first few times I came to America. It was all a mystery to me, but people said I was really timid and scared. I wonder why, growing up I had a strong accent, but the funny thing is, you don't even know you have one until someone points it out. I remember that day bright in clear. I went over to my cousin's house for the summer because my mom and dad wouldn't stop fighting and arguing, so my auntie thought it was best if I stayed over at her house the summer. 

She made me and my cousin attend this summer camp, the worst idea she could ever think of, that place was filled with none sense kids, dumb-ass activity, and did I mention they barely feed? One day I was there and I couldn't find my cousin and remind you I was eight, barely knew English, had no friends, nobody to turn to but my cousin. I was really worried so I started to cry and ask anyone if they saw my cousin, but nobody helped me, all they did was ridiculed me and made fun of my accent. I was so confused and lost. Trying to figure out what was wrong, what I was doing wrong, but I realize now there was nothing wrong with me. 

It was just a fucked up world we live in.