...In 2004, i was born, a month after the civil war in my country ended. A lot of people were happy about it, especially my small family, meaning my dad, my mom, and my older sister. That's what my mom told me, anyway i was light skin and a little fat. at that time people that saw me were so impressed of how cute i was that they would question my indentity, some were even saying that my mom had an affaire with a foreigner. Even my own dad did not believed i was his son seeing how cute i was. but he finally acknowledged me as his son when his mom who was my grandmother, told him that i looked just like him when he was a baby. My mom told me that, my older sister loved me so much that, she was alway with me, punching my cheek, playing with me. She even ran from school to home after her school was over just to see me, because she was happy, to finally have a sibling. In my neiberhood, before i was born, including my mom there were three pregnant women. funny enough they knew each other and were all friends, and so were their children. Before me and the other kids from the women were born, one day, my older sister dominique went playing at her friend's fatim apartment and her friend jelima was there too. They were asked a very intresting question about their mother's prengancy by fatim's mother who was one of the prengnant women. "Who do you want as your sibling ?" fatim's mother said, my older sister went first " i want a boy" she answer, "why ?" fatim's mother asked, "because were all women in the familie and i hate it, i want a strong younger brother who can protect me and my mother if my dad is not here" she answer. Fatim's mother turned her head in her daughter and jelima direction, "what about you girls ?" she asked, "i also want a boy" fatim answer, "why ?" her mother asked, " because i think that what domi said makes sense" she answer. Fatim loved my older sister dearly and she sees her not only as a friend but also as a sister, so she followed my older sister every move and copy her every move and want, so it was expected that she would also choose a boy as her sibling. "I want a sister" jelima said, " why is that ?" fatim's mother answer, "because i want her to match my clothes and hair style, she be like my twin sister", "alright pray to god this sunday when we go to church, god always listen to little kids, ok" fatim's mother said, "ok" my older sister and her friends responded. Sunday arrive, and my sister and her friend went to church to make their wishes to god of what they wanted, then three weeks later me and the other kids were born. they got what they wanted, fatim's brother was born before me, then i was born, then jelima sister was born after me....

In 2008, i was 4 years old, my older sister was 12 years old, and i saw my mom leaving our appartement with her bags in her hands, and tears in her eyes, while saying in a craking voice i love you my babies, domi please be a second mother to him for me. I was confused, and i had so many questions circulated throughout my mind, why my mother had tears in her eyes, where was she going in the middle of the night with her bags in her hands, plus it was raining, and why is it that my dad was in his room saying nothing, while his wife going out in the middle of the night with her bags, just what was going on?. I was to young to understand the full problem of the situation, so I turned my head in my older sister direction hoping to get an answer from her, as to why my mother was leaving the appartement in the middle of the night and was she ever going to come back, but the only things i got from her was sadness and a silence cry, because she didn't want my dad to hear her crying in the middle of the night. The sadness look and tears on my sister face gave me, not everything but one of the major question i had in my mind. "Yeah" i said to myself, my mom, she will never come back is she?, at that time i didn't know why i was crying, maybe seeing my mother leaving the house in a raining day in the middle of the night, in front of me was the cause, maybe seeing my older sister crying silently so that nobodie will hear her was the cause, but tears started to fall down my face. As soon as my sister realise that tears was falling down my face, she imidiatly cover my mouth with her hands so that i will not be able to start crying outloud, then she imidiatly put me back to sleep and herself too, because she notice that my dad was coming out of his bedroom. we both fall asleep, then in a blink of an eyes tomorrow morning came, then my dad's days went by, normally just like nothing ever happened, not even an explaination to us his kids as why our mother was no more in this house. I am not gonna lie it's not like i didn't knew thing was not working out well between my parents, i didn't know when, why and how did their relationship stop working out but me and my sister in our room will always hear them at night screaming and aguing, even the day my mother left our appartement it was not better. just like every night they were screaming and arguing outloud, then we heard a loud belt sound, seems like someone got hit with a belt, then after a moment we heard mother voice crying. We then heard their room's door noise, seems like someone was coming out of their room, so we then proceed to go ouside of our room, it's at that time i saw my mother for the last time in our appartement.

In 2009, i was 5 years old , my older sister domique was 13 years old and just like that it's been 1 year since my mother leth the house, and my father have yet to give an explaination to me or my sister. during that time my father bringed a woman home, her name was mathinne(i heard from my sister that she is dead now rip. Back to the story), she came with her son who was three years older than me, but dummer than me, because he literally went clinbing a tree, fell down from it, then broke his left arm. What i have to say about her is that, she was one of a kind, because she never took care of us even though she was suppose to be my father new partner, and she made it show that she didn't like us really clear, to me and my older sister at least. Well it's not like i ever needed her, expected something from her or loved her anyway, and i made it show too, really clear to her. After my mother left in the middle of the night in a raining day she went to live with her relative, she than pass an exam to be a teacher because she was jobless. you see my mother was pregnant with my sister in her her last year of high school, she did graduate but didn't have not only money but the time to go to college, because she had to take care of my sister, at the same time my dad went to college and become a middle school teacher, and my mom was still freeloading at home. she starting to buy clothes and re-selling again to have a little bit of money save up for herself. when i was born our familie was kind of well of because my mom business was doing good and my dad was promoting to work in the department of education in the government. after leaving our appartment, my mother used the money she had save up to put hersef into a bakery and teaching school, and was now going to a all femal teacher dorm that was not far away from our appartment but you do have to cross an intersection road to get to the other side in the neighborhood were my mom femal teacher dorm was. one day me and my older sister went visiting my mother in her dorm it's at that time that i met oliver for the first time. He was sleeping in my mother room, an all femal dorm, meaning men are not suppose to sleep or enter there. apparently my mother found him sleeping in the street at night because he was homeless, couldn't go to college because of the lake of money, and was just there. my mother then broke the rule, and told him to sleep with her in her room, the next morning she then pay for his college to become a PE teacher because it was the sheapest and he was a very muscular 22 year old man and sucks at shcool so the job was perfect for him. she didn't have the money to pay a dorm for him so he continue living with her, he really listen and respect my mother like a god. I saw a soccer ball that i wanted, my mother however didn't have the money to buy it, just like how any anoying child will behave, i started to cry and wanted to go back home, i started runing in our appartment direction while still crying. While trying to cross the intersection road to go home i was hit and un by a yellow taxis, it happened so fast that i didn't know what just happened. my body was laying down at the edge of the road for many eyes to see. people started gathering around me to figure out who i was, then a ramdom woman that i never saw in my life picked me up and put me in her back, asking the direction of my house. My mother who was looking for me saw me at the back of that woman started runing faster than flash while screaming that's my son take him off you back, to the point that i started wondering if marvel created the flash based off my mother. she then called an ambulance and my father too, luckily after an x rai exam the doctor said that i didn't have any broken bones , just injury on both side of my hips.