The storm that flew away everything

Remebering the best times

' I am today 8 years old. Dear diary mama bought you today and I promised her that I'm going to write it unit I'm 20 years old. 20? It's a quite big age how would I manage to write you until that much? But still ok so let me first introduce you myself, My name is Mania, Mania George. I am 8 years old. Today, 7 February is my birthday and I live in my small home with my brother James and my parents. My mama is a teacher in my school and in her free time she stitches clothes for the witch Mrs Stone and her wicked daughter Carla. My father works in dominos and bought pizza for us monthly. I love my family especially my brother, James.' When I read this tears starting coming out today I'm 20 and I miss my family and those days I was pampered. Childhood was the best but my childhood ended at 9 it was totally unfair anyways looking at the past days made me cry, my life is basically all awful full of foolishness or unluckiness and I still remember my mothers last conversation with me be a good girl, work hard, take .care of you and your dad and remember mama would bring chocolates for you. But that chocolates have't come since 11 years,5 months and 2 days. But today, I want my family more then those bloody chocolates