The king of Birmingham and his daughter

Blessing Nolan

Hi! 

    My name is Blessing Nolan, and I am 8 years old. I was born on December the 19th in 1910. My mother always told me that I looked a lot like my dad, especially with my eyes, she said to me every time I had brought him up.  Everyone says that I have 'eyes to die for', but I just think that they're all rather silly really. I have sparkling royal blue eyes, which shimmer whenever sunlight hits onto my fair skin.  I have long curved mahogany hair, dimples whenever I smile, and a petite body frame.

I've never grown up with a dad. There were times where I had wondered where he was and who was he, and what was he like. Mum always told me the same thing to me, that my father was different from every other. He was somewhat different from the other daddys that my friends at school have, and it always made me wonder what she means by that. It was 1918, and the war is still going on, and there are times where I would sit on the window sill in my bedroom, looking up to the sky and wonder, what was my biological father was like. 

Mama used to tell some tails about this man that she used to visit before the whole war had broken out. She had told me how those two would send love letters to each other when they couldn't see each other, or how they would sneak out in the middle of the night just to see each other, and they would go to this bridge and stay there until the sun had risen before heading home and getting into trouble. I used to giggle every time she told me these tails of the strange man. But she rarely told me about this man, however. It seemed that it had bothered her a lot, and to see her in any sort of distress had bothered me slightly if I'm honest with myself. Family means the whole world to me, and I would kill anyone who would hurt my family.

Mother was quite protective of me when she was alive. Always seemed like she wanted to hide something from me, but ill grow up not knowing what it might have been that she was hiding from me, and if it was the right thing for her to do so. The last few days I have been grieving from my mother's death. Nana says it's from natural causes, but I have a gut feeling telling me otherwise, and my gut feelings have never been wrong as of yet. 

Ever since mother had passed, I had been living with nana, burying my head into any book that I could grab my hands onto. I was most certainly too smart for my age. I've seen things that a girl for my age, most certainly shouldn't have seen. Nana had told me that she might not be able to keep me for much longer, as the money that she has, had become tight for her, which makes me upset, as she is the own family member that I have left alive. 

When mama had eventually passed from her pain that she was dealing with, the only thing that I was really allowed to bring with me, was my teddy bear, and a handful of clothing, before nana had pushed me out of my previous bedroom that I once called home. I also managed to bring with me the last every photo that I and mama had every took with each other, and I have taken care of it ever since she had passed a couple of days ago. 

The men and boys of my family had to go to this war. They've been gone for too long. They said they would return three years ago now. It does make me upset thinking about it now. I wonder if my father had to go to this war...