Chapter 1

opening my eyes to this world seems like what I have not done before, it seems like a dream, because that is not what I used to see before . it took me few months to realize where I am. I am now in the world where so many things occur in it..

it was a great experience to me been a new born baby, that is not what I used to see before in my mother's womb.

I can hear voices all around me , once I open my eyes I would close it back. seeing a long thing infront of me. which I don't know what it is..

they smile at me when even I am in there hand.

they feed me when ever I am hungry, they care for me anytime I am crying. it used to feel like a dream till I clock 5years.

if possible I can remember all my thought back then. I would be a great experience I have ever had . but know I remember there baby time.

ohh before I forget my name is Rita Williams the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Williams,

I turn 20 this year.

my mother die while giving birth to me .

only her pictures let me know how much we resemble each other.

my father take good care of me..

He did not remarry because of me.

but the only problem is that I live with my father younger sister, who have three children.

two daughter and one son.

ohh you are worry that I mention up there that my father is taking good care of me . that is because he used to send so many things to my sister in my name. likewise her children too..

but because my father is living in the US. she don't used to mind taking care of me with hell .

even people around them used to think I am her slave.there is know way I would talk to my father about it..

she is the one that used to write letter to my father in place of me..

but I would be the one to receive my father's letter, there is no way my father would know she is not taking good care of me. and there is also know way I could tell as well..

my father have been in US since I was 5 years old and yet to return because of the nature of his work.

his sister children treat me like a slave.

and they are all going to well university with the money my father used to send..

I am not allowed to go to school.. I just exit like a weed that would later become a smoke..

I can't share my story with anyone. because I am not allowed to make friends..

who will help me..

how would I end this surviving.. that is the thought I used to have anytime I am able to wakeup into another day