Story Of My Life

Once Born

March 18, 2006

And there I was... Being hold by someone who I thought would always be there for me.. Someone who I thought I could share anything with, express what I was feeling.. But so I was wrong..

Hi, my Names Nicole and I was born In March 18, 2006. Life basically just started for me. Now that I'm a teenager My mom has told me a lot of things about me when I was only just a child. She said I was always happy, and I was always with her and I never stopped smiling, and never once cried.. Oh boy.. How do things changes so fast right...

I wouldn't say my life is bad.. Oh who am I kidding.. My life's a pain.. Of course nothing compared to like the people who are homeless.. Or are in need.. But you get what I mean..

I always thought that good people always reserved good things in return, but it isn't always as they say it is..

Anyways.. Before, we start in with all the sad emotions, why not bring some joy in first shall we?

I would say I was both grandpa's girl, and momma's girl. Well.. More of my grandpa's girl. During the summer breaks I would always be sent to Colombia to go visit them, sometimes I would even stay there for a year or two before I started school in the U.S of course. But let's start with a few memories.. They always say.. Enjoy the good moments while you can, am I right?

I once used to be a skater.. Not an Ice Skater but boy how much I wished I was. But anyways, I started skating ever since I was three years old, of course my grandpa signed me up! He was always a sports fan. We would always wake up early in the mornings to go to the bank and grocery shopping and maybe get a few ice creams there and here. 

Let's say my life was pretty darn awesome being young. My favorite thing to do was always, always run into my grandparents room and wake them up for christmas. Boy.. How I'll never forget that day..

Since I was young at the time I don't remember much.. So let's start on heading towards the dark path..

My mom always used to tell me there's always two roads.. One leads to a good life.. The other leads to a life or death situation. Kinda dark, am I right? I always thought I went through the good life road.. But things started to crash and get out of hand..

I remember being in a car with my mom and my sister and I was crying because my sister wouldn't hand me her phone to play with it. So I just sat on the back seat crying the whole way to my moms friend house Rose. She was a lovely person, always there for us.. Until..

>Ring!< I stopped crying as I saw my moms face in utter shock.. I looked at her face and there I knew.. I had screwed up. For not trying hard in school.. I nearly almost failed 3rd grade.. Because of going on vacation in Spring break I missed a chance to ever see my most favorite grandfather I could ever ask for. 

I never got to say "I love you.." Or "Goodbye.." I felt like my world just crushed. Like if every living organism just got into flames and I felt the burning pain in my heart. Tears and tears and tears.. I couldn't stop crying..

Every night I cried for my father.. Did I catch ya there? I never mentioned my father till now, right? Let's just say.. He isn't alive for me.. My mother always told me he was off to work. Me believing her I continued to cry for him that night until.. >Loud banging on the door< 

I jumped as my mom came in rushing in my room to hit me as I still remember these words "Your father left us! He never cared for any of us! Stop crying over somebody who doesn't even love you and grow up to be a women!"

I wasn't too happy.. Like all Latin parents say, "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about." I ignored her as all I wanted to do was run away.. And never.. Show up again..