Beaming Light

The names Julia. Just Julia. I would love to tell you my last name, but I honestly don't know. I've never been tucked in at night or read a bedtime story to. I've never had a shoulder to cry on or people who cared enough to know how my day went. I've never met my parents, or any of their family members. I've just been moving on from foster home to foster home. No one has even wanted to take me as their daughter because I'm not your average teenage girl. I have a clef palate. Which basically means my face is messed up. I'm the person who everyone cringes at and "doesn't look at." People wonder how I get through all my hard times, and as much as I don't want to, There is something that I love that can help me go through anything. Something that makes the hard times good. Something that doesn't make me cringe. And that is gymnastics.