Hello I am lilliana let's start off with my first days. Well my birthday is May 24 2000. My first word was "get out". Anyways I was a planned child because before me my mom had a miscarriage it was a boy. Anyways when I was born I was basically dead. My mom didn't give up on me though she fought for me and I didn't cry. I was dead. The doctors pronounced me dead and it was bad. Then my mom saw me moving and told the docs I wasn't dead. Anyways I went under the air thingy that gives baby air. anyways when I was younger I had a pretty good life both parents and two older sisters Cairah and Celia, Cairah is the oldest and Celia is the middle child.
My second Christmas was when things started to go down hill. I used to eat the ornaments off of the Christmas tree. When I was Three I overdosed on medicine I still don't know what kind but I thought it was candy so I ate all of them. I was puking in the bathtub and my dad was shaving his face I asked him for apple juice and he said in a little bit. I ended up getting my stomach pumped that night and was in the hospital for a few hours. I went home and everything was good. When I was four my dad bought me a red jeep that had a battery in it it was like motorised. My and my best friend VeeD used to drive it all of the time. My dad helped me feed homeless cats around our neighborhood. We also had two cockatiels and one parakeet the parakeet was my moms and Cairah had the boy cockatiel and Celia had the girl one I had a fish named Winstin. My dad used to take me to his friends house where they sold and fixed cars. I was younger and was a huge flirt! Until I pretended to play hide and go seek and his from everyone and then I peed my pants my dad took me home. I used to lay on my stomach and my dad called me his pillow and he would put his head on my tummy and fluff it. I used to hold onto his arms and he would lift me up all the time. A few weeks later my life changed horribly bad. It was fathers day and my mom stabbed my dad I am not sure why but she just did. I had to put my small fingers in his arms to stop the bleeding I was scared. My mom never told me why she did it but it happend. A few days later I started school I think I was like 5 or 6 now but my mom was running late for work and it was too early the school wouldn't take me in so my mom left me at the bus stop and told me to get on the yellow bus that would stop and if anyone tried to pick me up scream "fire". Anyways I was scared and I thought my mom dropped me off at her friends house so I went upstairs and was knocking on the door trying to get in then I saw the bus come and it left me. My mom went to jail because of me. Anyways when I turned five me, my sisters, and my mom moved to Texas on our way there my mom stopped at a gas station and she bought us small squared cheese. We ate it on our way there.
