A Hat, A Love Letter And A Broken mirror

WHO AM I?

WHO AM I?

Being raised as a foster kid was never something i was proud of. Moving from house to house was never something i got used to. It actually brought confusion and a lot of questions of how i ended up being the girl with no real parents. Although one would say by my age of 23 i should be reliefed in taking charge of my own life. The truth is, i stuggle in making ends meet.

I never got the priviledge of making friends because of the changing of foster parents almost every 6 months, which means the change of location and even a new school. As i grew up, not everyone wanted to have a teenager around their house in the fear of a lot of things that teenagers are capable of doing, like being pregnant and doing drugs. All they wanted me doing was chores, not that i had a problem with that, it actually strengthened me and taught me to be independed. I ended up not doing any normal things a kid would do, like having hobbies, having friends, going to events such as parties and even dating. The only thing i seemed to do was dream. I had dreams and wishes of becoming someone who would be a leader to her community and someone a child would look up to.

I arrived in Anasterville five years ago. I had just turned 18 when they told me to go my own way. As a foster , i kept in mind the place they said i was found at. Apparently, I was left at the door step of a cafe owned by someone i call my grandmother, Grandma Velma. After being given the freedom of moving, i decided to come to this town i call my hometown. Grandma Velma has been raising me ever since. I then help her with the cafe. She taught me how to prepare the coffee using her special ingredients, she also taught me how to serve and how to treat the customers which i gladly learned. The Vel cafe has old recipes of freshly baked muffins and cupcakes and the coffee that has a lovely aroma in different flavours. It is a great place for even business companies to have meetings with certain clients , while as serving the best coffee that will freshen up your day.

I often asked her how i was like when she found me at the doorstep, "You were pretty as the morning sun, dressed in a silky romper, wrapped in a pink blanket, and gently placed in a nicely coted basket. I saw the most daisling brown eyes and black curled thick hair, and ofcourse smooth baby skin. At the bottom of the basket was a letter and it said;
please take care of my daughter, her name is Melisa, she is as precious as any jewel. Ill come back for her when i have found the strengh to get back up. I'll always love her and i have not abonded her for i shall come back for her, this is not goodbye Melisa...
then there was a brown envelope, in it was a necklace written: All shall be conquered," It somehow brightened up my day, it meant that i had a purpose and a mission to complete just like any other human. I might not have known my parents but i know i wasnt manufactured, i have a huge purpose in life and this purpose is to grab the fruit that seems to be unreachable.

I believed my mother wanted to raise me up just like any parent would. I wasnt angry with her, but for some reason, i wasnt happy either. I think if she took me in no matter her problems where, i wouldnt be so fragile at heart.

I have interests of my own, i enjoy reading and also have passion in writing (although i am too lazy to do so). Reading takes me to another dimension, it makes me experience places ive never been to. Stories that talk about friendship, teen life and even romance, it makes me feel like i need more time to find myself. The only real friends i have ever had are grandma Velma's sons. Ofcourse they are way older than me and all 4 of them are married, they are the only people that i could call friends and share my thoughts with and they also welcomed me with warm arms when i arrived in Anasterville.

As for meeting my better half, i never had time for dating. I obviously had some guys i liked at school, but since i always gave people a cold shoulder, i never had guys approching me until i finished my high school. I had some girls i could talk to. Since i changed schools every now and then, i made it a habit not to get too attached.

My biggest wish was to further my studies , go to unniversity, study medicine , but when they told me to go my own way, i only thought it wise to help grandma Vel in her cafe, since she was the only person willing to take me in and she was getting old and weak to be taking care of the cafe all by her self.

Above all, i had a mission to accomplish which was finding my lost soul. I had hope that somewhere in this world there is a place for me, a path i had to follow and i felt its the only way i could find my happiness. Despite being a young woman who was categorised as a foster, i needed to take charge of my own self. Dont worry, im not on a quest of finding my parents, because that would take centuries. Im on a quest to find happiness. Was it even possible? I was ready to take the risk.

If i were to define who i am, i would say, my image is of a broken mirror. It has cracked into a million pieces, and it has to be proparly mended back together, in order for it to gain its value.