My First Memories

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On the date of 25 November 2007, l was born.

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The atmosphere of the hospital is tense as soldiers are crying in pain and some even dying in all this chaos there in the middle of a room with babies sound asleep, waling is heard.

This is how my first days were crying for food and my mum rushed in for me l was born prematurely at 7 months. My life was filled with people hovering over me and being protective. Soon enough the time came when l was given a name, my aunt had picked my name after looking through so many names like Vithya,Nithya and the settled to Divya.

l was sometimes a quiet kid l wouldn't go and talk to someone if no one told me to. l was the apple of the eye for both my mum and dad's family. The loudest in the house would be me since l wanted warmth 24/7 so l would cry nonstop. At night my family would end up sitting in a circle at midnight,passing me around and asking me why l don't want to fall asleep. Of course, this would result to everyone in the family having big dark circles under their eyes in the morning😂.

My grandpa loves me but would swing me from one side to the other when I'm in my cradle (a cloth tied on a tree).

My mum told me that one day she had gone out and when she came back me and my dad were sound asleep next to each other. When she looked for chocolate to eat it was all gone, the truth was dad had bathed me and cut my nails dressed me up. Then we had eaten all the chocolate that was in the house together.

l was told that when all the grown-ups would come back from work they, would always bring something for me to eat. l would peal all the grapes and eat them and only after l eat then,would the others eat but they loved me just the same.

Once when l was little and l was drinking milk powder for babies my dad had walked such a big distance that it resulted in him losing weight, to think my dad hadn't congratulated me for that.

We had puppies back then where l would play around with them and if l didn't want to eat something l would give it to them. l am the first grandchild on my mum's side. My brothers on my dad's side( who are my cousins) would hold my hand and take me to our aunt's house and play with me but 5 minutes later my grandpa would come and tell them that it wasn't safe and that l might get hurt so it would result to me going back home and my cousins pouting over it.

l had learned how to walk by pushing a chair in front of me. My birthdays always looked so much like a princess's birthday since it was always big, of course changing out of 3 to 4 dresses for photo shoots( gosh l hated that).

l would think this is all l need this is my life, but l was wrong l was always wrong.

Soon after on 18 August 2011, my sister was born like any other older sibling l would hold her hand wherever we go. When l was 1 years old dad had taken off to go overseas for work this time he decided he would go again.

Soon after my aunt decided to go. Everyone was sad but they knew it was for the best then she did the most shocking thing: she asked if she could take me along, so after so many conversations and packing bags, l was taken with her.

I still remember being told that the whole household had turned into one that was miserable it was almost like a dead person's house except that no one was dead.

As time went me and my aunt had arrived at the shorelines and got onto a small boat to get to our main boat. That day my shoe slipped off my leg and drifted off to sea leaving a crying me.

Those days at sea were never comfortable sitting in my aunt's lap from day to day. Anyone that is reading this now would probably think yeah this 15-year-old now is making up some kind of story but no mates your wrong this is all a true story.

After being at sea for a long time, we ended up on an island called Christmas Island. l started to feel the sickness of homesickness l would ask for milk ask for mum and dad and what my aunt did next was the most unexpected she hit me. A kind woman came to our cabin and gave me balloons, milk, and everything l needed.

l was told that just a few days after we landed on Christmas Island l turned 6 (gosh l'm not sure my memory 🥺🥺)

As time went by we ended up in Australia in a refugee camp.

l still remember that day when l got in trouble since l had run away to play in the playground in the refugee camp and got in trouble. l had been dragged back to our cabin and beaten up by my aunt's hairbrush.

l don't know what year or date it was but l remember that day when we were in a car with our case manager and she dropped us off in Doveton, where we lived. l remember those days like it was only yesterday. l had gone to noble park English language school. l remember one-day l dropped my Myki card on the railway and l was crying when l got home since l knew what was waiting for me. That day when l accidentally dirtied my pants and when l got home l got kicked on the chest since l said that l didn't do it. The first time l had lied in my memory.

One day my aunt got sick and had to go to hospital. l used to go to Doveton College those days and l ended up staying in my friend's house. l moved to Frankston later to stay in a different house. My friend's mum had said gosh she eats too much.

When l was staying in the house in Frankston they also would beat they're daughter if she didn't take care of her younger sibling right. Then l went to a hospital and saw my aunt she had wires all around her l don't know what another kid would do but l broke down crying in her arms.

Those days she had a boyfriend and I'm pretty sure he visited her l never liked him, thinking of it now l know why l will tell you guys why later ☺️. l was in grade 1 in those days .

Thank you all for waiting so long for me to upload my first chapter and l hope alot of you read this.

This is my true story of what has happened in my life and l hope that no one leaves bad comments.

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