Life about Aniyah

How It All Started...

You see everyone thinks life is more easier when u have money.

'Money brings you happiness' (you know 'THAT' saying), well that's bullshit.

I'm 16 and basically the youngest billionaire in the world, but that didn't come from me. It came from my parents. I wish i could get praised for shit but obviously i don't, its hard to live a life that u don't want to be in, cause u got no control, but i realised i ain't living for me. I'm living for family and that's why i'm still here.

You're probably wondering what's my story, like how did it all start.

Well on August 20th 2002 i was born. Born with cancer and completely deaf. My mum found out she had Cancer couple months before she found out she was pregnant, and it's a rare case but it turns out babies could get it too when its transmitted in the womb. My mum gave birth to twins (me and my sister) and i guess she decided she liked my sister more because she named her after herself. Aaliyah , whilst me, well she named me Aniyah-Leigh.

My mum was 33 when she had us however she still got 4 other kids. We are just a bunch of twins to be honest. I guess she carries the twin genes in the family. I got 3 brothers and 2 sisters and somehow I AM the youngest and you would think that they would treat me like a baby right. Well they don't.

My mum she is a singer, whilst my dad he is a police officer so they are both LOADED. We live in Cuba which is the worse because my mum travels and goes on tour leaving us behind, but anything to make sure her kids could eat.

Going to age 3, my mum and all my siblings left me to live in London leaving me with my dad. They said it was best for me to stay here and get treatment and how leaving would be a good choice for everyone but i don't think i would ever understand. For my birthday, i didn't get to share it with my sister. We were only 3 so all we could do is sing happy birthday and pretend we are happy over the phone.

One day my mum decided she wanted to pay a visit to see how i was getting, you know on with me being sick and everything so she wanted to fly over, however that didn't happen. Her plane blew up after being targeted at and she died. I would cry everyday even though i didn't get to see her but she is my mum and i will always miss her.

Another year goes on and i still haven't seen my family. Its like they disappeared after mum died. Couple days after my birthday i was cancer free. I was so happy so my dad took me out to celebrate. We went to this restaurant where apparently my family ate and everything was going to plan. We were both happy.

Suddenly a car came, and it started shooting. I didn't know who it was and why but all i know is they must of that a reason because they wouldn't stop. My dad got shot, one in the head and one in the chest. Me now, another shot fired and there i was laying on the floor with blood coming out of my head.

What reason could someone have to shoot a little girl and her dad?