It all started when I was just a foetus in my mothers womb,she was only 17, your typical teenager who was reckless and loved to have fun and spend all her time with her friends and her lover ,my dad, he was 18 just a couple of months older than my mom. He meant the world to my mom they met in college (note that the schooling systems are different ) I guess I don't know the whole story of when she was pregnant but I knew they got engaged a few months after my mother found out she was pregnant with me.I was born as expected at the end of July just as predicted. A girl, the struggles to name me were unbelievable. My grand mother ,my moms mom chose my name. Stuck between two names Ella and Vita they came to the compromise of Elvita. To this day I hated my name the sound of it screams foreigner,I never heard any Irish girls called Elvita ,bare to mind I'm not Irish but I might as well be Irish my accent and behaviour screams "I'm Irish" the only thing that gives it completely away is my full name Elvita Rimonyte
I don't know how old I was when I first started walking or when I said my first word or what it was . I never really asked my mom about myself and anytime I did she would never give me a straight answer I don't know why but she would trail away to a different topic.
From birth up until I was 3 years old my mom and dad lived with my nanny ,my dads mom , she loved and cared for me and In moms words I was her favourite grandchild ... my mom helped my nanny out from morning to night .Cooking ,cleaning and putting on a fire every day while my nanny minded me and my dad went away to Norway to "work" whilst cheating on her . Anytime he was home they would get into an argument and most of their arguments would result to him hitting my mother this carried on for 3 years up until one night he wasn't exactly sober and was mad I'm not sure why but his anger resulted him smashing my moms head against a wall and cracking her skull.
She was rushed to hospital and I was taken by my god parents I stayed with them in their apartment.to this day I still remember waking up in a big bed with the hot summers sun shining in through the blinds and me tickling my godfathers and god mothers feet to wake them up because I was hungry I remember my godfather picking me up and carrying me to the kitchen. I still have dreams about it , they always feel so real ...
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Little blonde
Non-FictionThis is a story of a young girl, a bright happy girl with dark secrets behind her radiant smile. Ever looked at a person and taught she must be a stupid slut that shakes herself ? Yeah so have I.. this story is an explanation of my life why I am wh...