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Growing up, I've always had my grandmother right beside me. When I learnt about the word "love", she's the first person that comes on my mind. She's done what most parents would have done to their children: Give birth to them, listen how they cry and laugh, watch them smile and sleep, teach them how to take a bath, brush their teeth, walk, stand and run in the streets. As for me, it never happened. My parents had me but they weren't married. I was told that because of my father's repeated intimacy with different women, mom left. And because he was such a great dad (definitely an irony), he let his parents took all the responsibilites for them and they continued on living with their lives. From then on, all I can remember was how they failed me.

Sorry for the late introduction. I am Rexandria Mantha de Silva , the unlucky child but not anymore.