She smiles into the flames;

Introduktion

Me;

Hi, my name is Julie.

I'm 18 years old, and i live in Denmark. My parents got divorced when I was 3 months old, and I'm the only child they share. I have 8 younger siblings, and 1 older brother, 4 at my mom's and 5 at my dad's.

My older brother's name is Frederik, and he's 21 years old. Then I have a sister Carla, who's 17 and Anna who's 16. i also have the siblings Magnus who's 13, Maia and Freja both 12 (but they are not twins. My mom and dad's girlfriend was pregnant at the same time. Creepy i know..) And then my siblings Hjalte who's 10 and Nanna who's 1. If you actually counted them, you'd noticed that i only mentioned 8 siblings, but said i have 9... And that is the first part of this story..

My grandfather was a jazz musician. And one night when he was out playing with the band, he started talking to the security guy, and became very fond of him. So he arranged a set up date with the guy (my dad) and my mom. Months passed, and the two fell in love and got engaged. Two days after their 1 year anniversary as a couple, my mom found out that she was pregnant with me. And that's when things started to get a little rough between my parents. They were both happy and excited for my arrival, but they couldn't agree on where they would be living, and my dad wouldn't quit his job as a security guard (where he worked nights and weekends) which my mom couldn't cope with. Things got worse and worse, which ended in them splitting three months after I was born. 

But not on very good terms. My mom left my dad. And exactly what was said that afternoon in my father's apartment, I'm still unsure of. All i know is that whatever my mother said, she caused my dad to run into the wall - head first - (my dad has since he was a kid always harmed himself in some way, if something that would break his heart was about to happen or already happened, because he would rather feel physical pain, than psychological pain) My father claims that he just got home from a night shift, finding my grandmother, aunt and mother packing everything down and leaving, and that my mother told him that he was never gonna see me or her again. (I think it is worth mentioning that my mom was and still is to this day the love of my father's life. I see it in his eyes everytime i talk about her, or he tells me I look like her). However my mother claims that she never said anything about him never being able to see me again, and that she had told him a week before she packed everything up and left that she was leaving him.

Two years after my parents split up, my father met Malene. Malene was sweet, kind and caring, and I was introduced to her not long after they met. She treated me like a daughter, and I loved her.

Around the same time, my mother met Jimmie. He was okay. He made my mom happy. Jimmie had a daughter, Carla, who was 1 year younger than me. Carla and I quickly became best friends.

Then Malene became pregnant with a little girl. Jasmin. But Jasmin was born five months too early, and died after three days at the hospital. I never got to meet her..