BROKEN

ME,MYSELF AND I

  My name is Tamara Marcus,and this is my story.

   I am the first child and the only daughter in my family. I was the apple of my Poppa's eyes.

      "Was?"

   Yea..."was"

  All my life,i have known only but love from my family especially, from father. Maybe because I was the only daughter or maybe because I was his first fruit.

We didn't have much,but we were one big happy family.

Born April 4,I was quite stubborn while growing up. Yea,momma can attest to that. Spontaneous in nature,i love being my own boss. Maybe because I'm an Ariel's.

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"Tammy, you need to cut on your demands,for Christ sake,you are just turning eleven."
    My wannabe hubby said to me just seven days to my birthday. I was going to be eleven,and fortunately for me I had gotten an admission into one of the best missionary school headed by Reverend sisters.

My dad,aunts and Michael had promised to celebrate my day for me if i passed my entrance exams with good grades...My beauty with brains in me did just that.

Michael was my first crush then. The fact that he was very much older than me didn't stop me from crushing on him. Thinking back,he could have been in his late Twenties and I was just turning eleven

We met when he came to pick some groceries at Momma's shop and my big cousin sister persuaded me to ask him for something from the shop. He was deem cute....Young,brave and naive,i asked him for some cookies. He actually smiled at me and bought not just a cookie but a yoghurt too.

I liked him instantly and he became a close family friend to us. He would joke and tell everyone who cares to listen that I was his wife. He'd do anything for me.

And as always he promised to celebrate my birthday if I'd make everyone proud,which i did and I came to collect my reward.

Despite the huge list momma and i made for everyone who promised,and his nags,he still did more than enough.

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"Hurray, Happy birthday to you Tammy"

"Thank you".... I said happily as I look into faces of friends and family who came to wish me well. Some i couldn't even remember, some who had gone to the great beyond,some who are more of strangers now.

" Tammy make a wish"said Momma

I took a look at poppa,made my sweet wish and cut my very first cake that took me four years into BECOMING....