Call me Nayely

One girl, two names. One life, two different stories.
Honestly, when you were born as a slave young woman, nobody around is able to confirm the presence of good signs, regarding your successful bright future. My life was based on suffering, fighting with hunger or cold surrounding and overcoming myself most of the time. We were forced to leave our home during the terrible conditions and afterwards I ended up here, in England. I didn't know how or why due to my deleted memory. However, the past kept following my mind on every new step and didn't let me start a new life as an perfect English girl. I promised to myself that I'm going to figure out, who I truly am.