1 BECORE

"Bec ! ! !" That was my mom. She must have gotten me another gift, how many times must I warn her before she heed. But can I blame her? She loves me so much and will not let me ask for anything. She's just great. Such were my thoughts when she opened my door, poked her head and asked if she could come in.

" Yes of course. I have told you not to buy anything I have not asked for, why is it so hard to stop?" I answered and sat up on my bed, dropped the tablet I was holding and waited for her to sit.

" I love you and will not stop trying to make you okay." She said and sat at the edge of the bed. I tried to search for anything she might have brought to surprise me but she has nothing. She just sat smiling then suddenly jumped as if she had sat on a pin, walked to my closet, picked a blue chiffon dress with detailed embroidery and a green stiletto, threw at me.

" Wear that, we are going out in thirty minutes." With that being said she left my room. I barely had time to ask any question. I climbed down from my bed, rushed through a quick shower and light make up. In twenty minutes I was ready. I made my way downstairs to meet my younger brother and sister all ready. Mom called our help, gave her the usual instructions for safekeeping and we left the house.

About two hours later, we were at a car shop choosing my first car. I was overwhelmed with joy.

I had forgotten it was my birthday, I am officially twenty years of age but my parents remember as always.

Just like yesterday, I remember how I was adopted by this family. It's been twelve years already and it feels like yesterday. My father had given me to this family in gratitude and to help a depressed barren woman whose husband's mistress had just given birth to a son. She was going to commit suicide when my father met her.

He helped her home to us, treated her wounds with all we had which was little. My father had to walk for hours to get her husband since we had spent all we had on drugs for the wife. Meanwhile, her husband had searched everywhere, even invited the police but to no avail.

When he met my father, he was almost mad with happiness that he blessed us with a lot of wealth. My parents were no longer poor and thought of how to show gratitude. They ended up sacrificing me to this beautiful family.

My new family welcomed me, gave me everything I can only dream of but took me far away from my real family forever. It wasn't up to a year I got into the family that my mom had a baby who died hours after birth due to some carelessness from the hospital. Two years later, my mom gave birth to my beautiful kid sister. My parents' businesses flourished. my dad became well known. His wealth increased till his assets are valued in billions. My parents became fond of me and even named me "Becore"(God's favourite) as against my original name "Kasha" (my own).

I have gotten the best of everything I own and now my own car. A range Rover sport ! I am sure going to paint the town red and I can't wait to show myself to the world.