6 Live

My parents didn't visit the wake of Nanny Natalia and I just accepted it. I don't have the strength to be angry at them at that point.

During the funeral they came. I was surprise, my self important parents wont come just for me or Nanny Natalia. Then I learned, because their friends came too. Some of their friend are genuinely good people who actually care. My parents came because they were afraid to be bad mouthed by them, by not attending the funeral of the nanny of their child.

I discovered then, what kind of people my real parents are, vain, arrogant, and self centered. They will never see other peoples' pain, but their own selfish selves.

I watch the casket being carried by Nanny Natalias' relatives without emotions. The only one there by myside is Alisha, Elsa did not even attended. I'm so thankful to her for not leaving me in my lowest point. She is really a great friend.

As I watch Nanny Natalia being lowered to the ground, I promise my self, I will live for my self not for my parents or anyone anymore.

I will live to the fullest.

I will strive and do good in everything I do.

For my self.

I will live for my future.

That was the turning point of my life.

There are many choices in life than can change everything around us. It will twist or change our fate. It will bring us up or pull us down. But, there is a time in our life that we can call as the 'trigger'. A single event that changes every thing for better or worse.

This is my 'trigger'. The death of my Nanny Natalia, it made me open my eyes to the cruel world.

Made me open my eyes to reality.

I woke up from my long night dreams.

If I don't do anything, I cant have anything.

I need to work, to strive for my own. I cant expect anyone to help me.

I need to help my own.

If I want to realize my dream. I need to built it, on my own. So I did not wallow on my pain.

I busy myself. I made my pain, my driving force. If I get to tired that I want to give up. I make myself remember my promise to Nanny Natalia, to live.

I strive harder in school. I reclaimed my top spot. And I started learning to draw.

I decided to be an architect. If I want to built that beach house. I want it to be my design. So, I learned how to draw.

My school have an art teacher and she taught me alot, techniques and all.

I also discover that our chef is a painter as well.

Of course my pretentious parents would have their own chef. They would never be left out, if their friend have one, they should too.

Chef Greco is very easy to get along too. His an Italian man.

And, he has been very vocal in his dislike of how parents treat me. He said that as an Italian man family is very important for him. Family should be cherish and love not hurt.

He was very excited to teach me everything he knows. So, if his available he teaches me not just painting but also cooking. He always tells me that a good woman should know how to cook for her future bambinos and bambinas.

He also helped me train my Italian. We would talk long hours as he discribe how beautiful Italia is, the food, the people, and the scenery. Because of Chef Greco, I dreamed of going to Italy. And I will in the future with a plus one, but thats a story for another time.

I started living for myself.