At First

                        "Aaah" mama softly gasping while she slips slowly down to the floor holding her bottom belly. Keith and Nicolas running from playing football outside hear their mother gasping "Quick, call Nurse Beauti; mama is ready to have the baby!" yelled her oldest son panicking. With Keith and Nicolas being the oldest they knew this drill pretty well and how to handle the situation before it happens. Because of them being the oldest the wasn't the first time this happened " Come on mama breath in and out, nurse is going to be here soon, they’re going to take you to the hospital.

 

Calling--------->Ms.Beauti Office

                     

Ms.Beauti-".........."Hello this is Mrs. Beauti at Luke’s Matthews Hospital how may I help you!”

Nicholas-Hell....... Hi....... Mrs. Beauti it’s me....me....Nicolas I think mama is ready to have the baby this time for sure"

 

Ms. Beauti-...... Oh are you sure? ..... Okay I’m sending an ambulance right away through I will be there in the ambulance. Call your father and get things straightened out and be ready we will be there unless than 10 minutes Nicolas you hear me don't panic everything will be just fine."…..click

Calling Dad………..

 

Nicholas-...........Hello"........Dad it’s me Nicolas mama's heading to the hospital"

Dad-..........okay I’m on my way let your mother know everything will be okay; your hear me Nicolas.

 

Nicholas..........nervously he answered "Yes sir"......click.

 

“Nicolas was known to have panic attacks, seizures and he also had asthma so to tell him everything will be okay ensured him it was okay.

 

                         My mother name was Nicskiteraia Morn`a  De’Vogue and she was married to man of great power well known as Jonathon Saint Luther Jr. Le’De’ Monroe who took the name after his father Jonathan Saint Luther Danials Le'De'Monroe. Together forever they promised to always be. From then on they started a family and they had no doubt that they wanted their family to be big.

                       The ambulance sirens hit the mansion, but it only added to the chaos going on within those walls. Keith still by his mother side trying to some

how ease her pain just as much as he could. Nicolas opened the door for the Paramedics they swooped in and carried mama with much caution onto the gurney (stretcher).

Ms. Beauti was there she was an (RN); “Keith you will have to stay home with the rest of the children and Nicolas will come with me so he could stay by his mother side". "Yes ma'am" they both replied as Keith stood at the door ensure his younger siblings everything will be okay. And Nicolas hops into the back of the ambulance sitting as close to his mom as the Paramedics would let him.

 

                The only closet Hospital was Luke’s Dawn Mercy Matthews Hospital 10-15 minutes away by a vehicle. With mother gasping they pulled up in front taking her to the emergency room Jonathon her husband, their father, not too far from her side having a somewhat dazed look upon him. Mother stayed in pain 2 and a half hour before her contractions were ready to push. She was ready for me to be out of her womb. Lying in that bed she knew the procedures very well as the doctors and nurses begin to tell her what she already knew was breath, push, breath, push.

As she breathes and pushed hard hoping this time I’d come through. I kind of didn’t want to leave I liked it were I was. It was my first home. Her last breath take, her last push I was born. Everyone gasped of the beautiful smooth light brown skin, the gilt of my curly wavy black and smothered gray hair only some gray strades strands that were together, the colors that spin in my mystical eye's, and last of all my cries,

                    My mother held me in her arms shushing her every rock singing me a lullaby that made my eye's return under my eye lids as I begin to sleep in her warm cozy arms she and my father  whispered " Sleep baby Jade, sleep my Jazlenia Jazieria Le’De’ Monroe" before I closed my eyes again I took a glace of their beautiful flawless faces thatz all I remeber before going to sleep that night. When I was awoken by Ms. Beauti she was dressing me, put me in a basket and took me home with her. This is how it began. My future my life from beginning to end,

                       I was born June 21, 1994(11:54 pm) at Luke’s Dawn Mercy Matthews Hospital and left there for reasons I didn’t understand and reasons that I soon will decided which road I will take. Before I was left in the Hospital my Mother and Father at least gave me a name that tells a story of its own: Jazlenia Jazieria Le’De’ Monroe. That’s all  they left me and the mystery was that I was one out of the three child they had given the last name of both of our parents. The day I was born was the same day my parent gave me up temporally to the nurse that helped Nateria gives birth to eleven children. Her name was Trichina Shoji Braise Beauti.

                       Nurse Beauti takes me home and took care of me from then on. She too had a dark secret of her own, many, and I couldn’t see why everyone had so many secrets. But she was nice loving person; she takes care of me and loves me for I am. I knew she wasn’t my mom or dad, but I felt something, not sure if it is love but all this time not knowing anyone. I grew much attached but not attached to her. Some night when I lay my head on my pillow I see my parent’s faces, while they're smiling down at me.

Just liked they had the day I was born. I don’t really know why but I have allotted of dream but I choose not to believe in them but they seem so real and vivid. Those images stayed in my head. I trusted Ms.Beauti but I couldn’t get myself to tell about my dreams. I wanted to ask questions but I felt the answer wouldn’t answer my question. But she treated me like her own, despite the fact I felt inside me was neglected.

                        But things changed for me after that, I had what was called birth defection, I didn’t cry much , my eye’s didn’t open until five and a half months later, my eyes were several different colors which  was weird to some people but unique to Ms.Beauti .My eye’s  became Midnight Blue when angry: Gray when sad: Light Brown is my original eye color, they sparkle in the moon and sunlight .Ms. Beauti always said they were beautiful, until I couldn’t use my eye’s any more, well technical not visibly.

I learned to read at eight months. I never spoke unless I thought she needed to know how I personally felt and soon I stop speaking at all. At age six I injured a swan with my eyes, from then on I wore a cloth over my face that Ms.Beauti handmade, from then on she became very protective. I don’t know how or why but it just happened.

                         Things even changed more, I had to learn my surrounding by feeling beyond the eye, this was also difficult but I was still learning .Ms Beauti made the weakest part if me the strongest part me. She taught me to use any weapon there was, because I thought it’ll be something I can do while the time pass. Ms. Beauti thought while she teaches me how to use weapons she minds well teach me self defense with just my hands.

 I liked to be alone, so during the time Ms.Beauti was away shopping I begin to teach myself three different languages: Spanish: French: Russian also I also learned how to block people out of my head and to get into their head even with the cloth on or off. And Ms.Beauti started to teach me the real meaning of speed, the true passion of it.

                           She taught me how to stop and restart my heart , slow and speed up my heart beat it was difficult but eventually  I learned after she gave up on teaching me, but she doesn’t really know that I am cable of doing these things now. Ms. Beauti didn’t want me to forget my family, my real family. She told me stories of my family every night before bed.

She told me I look like my mother, and that one day pretty soon things would be different. But by then I was too sleepy to listen any more. I but one day  I decide to slow my heart beat and pretend to sleep, and she begin to say something about me inheriting something from my father which makes my life more sophisticated.

                        Every morning I woke up to the smell of delicious break feast, and I smile reassuring me of the unexpected. I was home schooled and I liked being alone. But some days I wanted to venture out farther than the grounds we walk. I wanted something different something new, a challenge. But Ms. Beauti wouldn't approve of my thoughts so I figured there's no point of me asking.

 Every single time something goes wrong Ms.Beauti says her favorite quote it seems “That some people can take what little you have and leave you with nothing". I actually don’t sit and think about that one or take it personal because I was born with nothing and left with only a name. Which is truly mine and I own it. And even though I rarely spoke I was proud to have a name that no one can snatch or tell me it wasn't mine.

 

                       It was a day Ms. Beauti went shopping, It was bright and sunny and she wanting to do some shopping because she felt an storm heading our way   and I went to her room to find a book, because I just about read every book in the library. And I found one written by my grandfather Jonathan “Strong Hearted Life“. On the front it quoted “Your enemy can’t be your real enemy if they can’t point out a weakness”. I thought everyone had a weakness, so I sat and thought about that quote.

But is everyone's weakness detectable, visible and physical, can they change it; can they have none at all? This is what my innocent eye's bleached like once before my life made a extraordinary twist an eye open site I’ve never known. These helps I understand every dark wound these people didn’t want me to heal on my own.