"Sofia! Don't play with the fork!"
"Sofia , sit back!"
"Sofia, how many times should i tell you?!"
"Sofia! Get to your room!"
Woah, hi! Yes, my name is Sofia. If you read this then i was 9. But the story is not about my 9 years old. There is nothing to talk about.
Anyway, I've been through a lot since 9 years old. I hate my 9. You wanna know why? Because starting from 9 years old, my life started becaming a trash!
"Sofia, this is your new dad. Could you say hi to him?"
Again and again. My mother introduced me to a new young man that she found at a dumb club.
Let me guess him by my 9 years old brain. What should i say?
"You're not my dad!"
Well of course, he's not.
***
"I'm so sorry Luke. My kid is- you know, somethings wrong with her attitude since my ex husband leave us. So-"
"I understand! I didn't even expected that she'll be greet me with a lot of joy in her chubby face,"
This guy is tottaly a messed. Should i say this is a harrasment? I mean, how dare he touch my 9 years old baby face. I know i'm cute but God Damn if. Go far away you Luke.
***
Anyway, I'm 19 now.
And the story that i wanna tell you, it's not even about my mom and her unstable boyfriends.
But it's about...
