A Tree in Life

The Beginning

On May 7th 1999, I was born. My name is Sabine Villaron, my middle name is Giselle. I don't really tell people that because sometimes I forget that, that is my middle name. You are probably wondering what type of name is Sabine, my dad named me after a Spanish actress he really liked. My name sounds different in Spanish than in English. In English you basically say it as Sa-bean. It sounds weird but I like my name, it's unique. Of course growing up with that name I got bullied a lot and also because I am big and wear glasses. I was called bean, fat, fatass, and of course four eyes. People were scared of me because they said I will eat them. That bullshit because I can't possibly open my mouth that big or how would you expect me to cut you into pieces. I mean eat meat but I'm not a cannibal. I used to hate my name because I would get picked on, I thought I was too fat so I would wear sweaters even if it was 95 degrees out. The truth is I have big bones and yes I do have fat but I could never be skinny. I can have a flat belly but I can never be skinny and I don't want to be because I was made this way. Growing up was hard because I wanted to be skinny but that was impossible. No kid who is ten years old should have these thoughts because they deserve to have fun and play, not worry about there appearance. I have a sister named Michelle and a brother named Raul. The thing is Michelle and me come from the same dad and same mom. Raul comes from the same mom and different dad, he never met his dad. I don't consider Raul as my half brother because I grew up with him and no matter what he will never be my half brother I don't care what anyone says. My brother is 25 and my sister is 20. Yes I am the smallest one for now. My family calls me Sabi, my friends just stick to Sabine because I used to like Sabi for family only, now I just don't care. My moms name is Veronica De La Cruz, Vero for short. My dads name is Jose Villaron. Why do you need to know that, because once upon a time Jose and Vero got married and had two kids. They were supposed to have three but unfortunately the lost the first one. They ended up having Michelle and Sabi, my mom chose my sisters name. Both of my parents came from very difficult childhoods from abandonment to abuse to just not making good choices. I'm here to tell my story to help others with similar situations not for you to feel bad for me. I am nobody, but everyone has a story and this is mine.