Dark.
Quiet.
I didn't understand what to think at first, All i saw was not the face of my mother.
no...
Nurses, and doctor's are the one's who smiled at my birth. complementing me on how i'm beautiful,lovely and again. just beautiful. I knew something was wrong when i was called beautiful and my parent's faces scrunched up. I'm a girl. My parent's wanted to have a boy instead , but got stuck with me. My hair was a soft bush of light brown, while my eyes are a clear brown like the honey that the bees give. I knew i had gotten my eyes from luck now that i saw my own father's face. but my personality? I haven't found that out, not even now that I'm Thirteen. Why am i here? What did i do to get treated this way?
My name is Marzipan villa.
And I haven't found my
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The morning's shadow
No Ficciónin this tale, i would explain what i had dealt with in my past. a few known about it and how i'm depressed because of it, im sensitive but not that sensitive.
