Towards the End of The Beginning

Hola peeps.
This is the first time I am writing something other than my daily diaries so please be true in your views. This story is about a girl named Cindy,and I am not going to add any spice to make it more craving. Here we begin...

Poverty, is the main cause of sadness and gloominess amongst most of the Indians,and so was for my family. This was the time when she didn't even open her eyes to see the beautiful world. Her mom and dad got married at a very early age and you know the weirdest but the cutest thing she was aware of? They played 'Pitthu' ( A very popular outdoor game) on the very next day of their wedding. Anyways, their game turned more serious and she came into this world. This made it pretty obvious that she was their first GIRL child. According to her parents and others , she was very beautiful , wheatish, had big gloomy eyes. She was a healthy child. Her dad was the happiest person alive to have her. Most of them said, she resembled mom but that didn't bother him much. He would save money and take her to different photographers and get pictures clicked. Both of them would make a serious look.
She never felt lonely. She was always surrounded by people. Two years later, her younger sister came into life. Things were still not balanced.Her grandpa owned a bicycle which was as precious as his BMW would have been.
But with the birth of her sister, Alina,everything changed. Dad got promotion , they shifted from a backward area to a better society. They no longer had to wear used clothes. Yay, I had my own underwears with cartoons printed on them.
She was always loved making new friends of all types. She had friends everywhere. She started to believe that friends were another family.
Stroy Begins the next page. :)