just lora

   


     September 29 1990,Lora Madeline was born,I was the 5th child in our family, In all my 7 sibling I was indifference I was left behind in everything. Even my mother's love.I was mistreated by my sisters and brothers with my lonely atmosphere. when I was 9,I invited my friend at my birthday party that I keep to my family,but beside the lovely river there was betrayal. my friend didn't came .the next day, I came to school hoping they had a explanation for them not to came yet they shatter my hoping dreams, laughing with my older sister about my foolish party in that I knew that love is some joke that makes a fool of you.

      In 2003. my mother died cause of a heart attack .they saw here lying outside my room. they pointed the dead because of me. everyone knew i hated my mother because of how I treated my mother. after that  they gave me a name "the curse child" but there was only one man who don't call me that. he was father. In the time when my mother was buried my was not allowed to go to her buried ceremony they didn't even let me see her face for the last moment. My father didn't go but stayed beside me the whole time. I was not lonely nor happy I was lost.

      In 2004, my maternal family want me to live my family. saying I was the was the reason of my mother's dead. my father stood up and face my mother's parent saying I was my mother's child but that reason wasn't even helping my situation so my father decided to cut all the tight with my mother's family and tried to race as all with his power. but it wasn't enough it was just wasting the time.

     In 2006,In my 16th Birthday, my father planned as to go to the beach and celebrate.it was to much pain to see my father suffering. at the night before my birthday. I had a long talk to my father. and even talk about my problem.
"Dad, why am I so different to the other ? Why is it I'm the only one left behind?"I said
"Cause, your unique there no problem with that right. you have the right to think and move. you are you." after what he said to me.I cried until I slept in his lap.
the Next day my father's was liking so he told as to take the Bus,but It was time for me to live out side the lies. I last in the line. when the bus was almost closing the door my whole tried running but no me. it shut on me. and at that time the line was cut. no more family, no more needs and most of all no more love. that time I only think one thing that love was a lie, it's a cup that should filled and emptied. a never ending cycle. 

Author's Note

sorry I'm just a first timer

Reviews

[Michael Perez]

You have me hooked :P I think that this was great, even though there was a bit of punctuation and grammar issues in this piece. Either way, great write! Can't wait for the next one!