My story

it is all about fiction, it is not real, and it's all about fiction

my name is "Beatrice Ros" I'm the maltreated child of my family. Before I was born, my mother just owns a flower boot shop, where my father met her. They were so much in love, to the extent they got married, and my mom was pregnant with me. when she was pregnant she never had time for my dad, because she was carried away by the pregnancy so much took her time that, is it going to be a boy or girl?

Then she said no she want a boy that will look so much like my dad.

A few months later, it was her delivery day, she was so happy that she was about to see her newborn baby, and she pushed out the baby with her last strength. Not too long she was fighting for her life. Before she gave up the ghost she told the midwife that my name should be called Beatrice.

That within the nine months I brought her joy and she told the midwife that the meaning of my name is the bringer of joy. During that period my dad went on a business trip. That was how my mom breathe her last breath.

My dad had to come back from his business trips, because of the incident. When he got to the town clinic the midwife explain what happened they tried their best, they could. And they couldn't save her

My dad was in so much pain and agony. and he began to grow hatred for me every day that passes by. He said my mom was expecting a boy, not a girl

And that I stole the love of his life and send her to an early grave

I grew up wishing, I had never been born into the Ros family it would be been better.

And I grew up not to be loved by my dad. he never thought about me, he was always on a business trip. Since day one of my life it felt as if I'm alone.

Although I stayed with my grandparents, all the same, my dad never visited me from day two of my birth.

I felt as if I was a stranger to him.

It was my 10th birthday party. Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Nelson decided to celebrate my birthday.

it was small, and the event was held at my grandparent's house where I live.

my grandparent invited, neighbors and a few family friends

I never had a friend to invite because they always laugh at me and mock

some will say that I was born on a cause day.

The celebration continues. it's was so special to me because it was the first birthday I ever celebrated.

my birthday party was almost over when someone shouts, she never told me told is her birthday. congratulations to a child who killed her mother after her birth. I ran out and hide outside until everyone was gone.

it became an agony party instead of a birthday party.

My grandparents looked for me and consoled me