Life Story. Part 1.
Requested by Ian, ages ago.

A 8lb pound baby was born on March 16, 1996, at 7:00PM.

Ever since I was about 8 months old,
I was being babysat, because my parents constantly had work.
She and her parents are still friends with my family to this day.
She is a role model of mine.
I was babysat until I was seven.
My grandmother occasionally took care of me, she came to my house when I was five.
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The earliest memory I have.. I was 18 months. *I believe
I was holding a hand of a close friend's in a hospital. I don't remember his name, I don't remember his face, I just remembered that he seemed like an older brother to me. I don't remember his family either.
I remember his smile.
He died shortly after his third birthday.
He had leukemia.
I never found out, until my mother told me this.
Which was approximately a week ago.
Flashbacks came to my head.
Painful.


I was a smart and careful baby.
I was potty-trained at 18 months, I had my first steps at 9 months, as well as my first words.
(According to my mother.)
I would almost never trip or fall while walking, I would be very careful and hold onto anything tightly.
(This does not apply to my present. @__@")

Being born in an Asian family, I wouldn't have suspected that would be such a big accomplishment.
I was dealing with a lot of things at a very early age.
A crippled grandmother, a smoking father, and a stressed out mother, and of course:
Abuse.
It all became too common to me.

If you were to misbehave, or to bring home anything but straight A's from the school.
You would be abused.
And it's not something as simple as a slap on the hand, or on the face, or a spank on the butt.
You would be literally, hit with a large and thick stick made out of bamboo, pretty much, everywhere on your body.
I had several bruises that lasted for about three years.
My self esteem was damaged.
I was still young, little did I know, that pain does not compare to anything else I've recently experienced.
Of course, being little and being unaware of the things revolving around you, I could not be sad or mad for long. I don't think any child under the age of five would be.

I had been abused for 10 years.
ten.
Of course, I got over it.
And I hadn't learned that child-abuse was illegal.

I was three years old. I knew how to ride a two-wheeler.
I felt so proud after trying so hard. (several weeks / a few months)
I felt great. It was an amazing feeling.
I would always ride my bike whenever it was nice outside.

Grade one.
I met a very close friend, and still close to this day.
Her name is Susanna.
I met several others, but she was the one that made me happy when I was sad.
She was kind, and generous, and forgiving.
(We are both Chinese, so she would understand me the most, out of everyone else in my class)
almost everything.

I met a friend. Not a regular friend.
I told him I loved him.
He told me he loved me.
I believed him.

He took my hand when I fell down, he defended me when the other boys would laugh,
he was my hero.
He was my first kiss.
He left in grade three.

I met this other particular person in grade two, as you may all know.
She's a close friend of Susanna,
Her name is Mariam.
By then. I really thought, Susanna and Mariam would be my best friends forever.

In grade three, he left and went to Singapore. (I think. I don't remember quite clearly.)
I didn't really care anymore. He was.. just a friend at that point.

There's this one other person that changed my life.
He was "hot, cute, sweet, nice". Every girl in my class had a crush on him.
I could not believe him. He was nice and all, but he was a player, he used girls.
Or at least, that's what I thought.
I considered him as a friend, I got pretty annoyed how girls would cling onto him like that.
There were always rumors about how he would be dating this girl, and kissing that girl, like a cheater.
I had no emotions for him, so I couldn't care less.
I kind of felt sorry for him though.
His life wasn't as easy as anybody else's.. as well as, I thought it was worst than mine.
Oh as well, none of my "girl-friends" approved of me hanging out with him.
He is dumb.

Grade four was a living hell. I'm not freaking kidding.
There was a rumor where I wrote a love note, destroyed my whole life. @__@
I started crushing on him.
And again,
I could truely depend on Susanna and Mariam.
They made me get through my whole life. ♥
I was being teased. I didn't REALLY care. but..

Grade five.
Went by fast.
I met this one dude, "Zack".
that kindah' made me think about life.

and Alex.

Oh.
I was dating Nick.
.. for lots of times.

Grade six.
This was.. shit. But it made me count my blessings.
I met Amy.
Amy.
My best friend.
Forever.
She didn't exactly have a good "reputation".
Apparently, I did.

We left rose here..
Oh, and Nick left me.

Love was nothing more than three words at that point.