1985

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊'𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

My name is Charlotte Emily William, and I was born on September 15, 1957.
I was born in the beautiful city, Liverpool. Which was located in England.
Growing up in Liverpool was absolutely wonderful, and I couldn't ask to live anywhere, if I'm being honest.
I love Liverpool, the city's scenery and the gorgeous culture of England was always so appealing to me, which is probably why I never plan on moving anywhere else.

My childhood was very interesting if I must say, although it was a good one, I had many friends at school, I had a very prepossessing home, and a lovely family. And, speaking of my family, let me explain to you who lived with me.
So, first of all, let me tell you about my mother. My mother always wanted the best for me, she always wanted me to do swell in school, and she was always the protective type.
I love my mother, she's always supporting me in what I do and she's just always there for me.
My mother means absolutely everything to me as you can tell, But, perhaps I didn't quite explain enough about her, So, let's discuss about her looks and her hobbies!
My mother has this beauteous, long, blonde hair, it's so long that it reaches to her knees, and her hair always looks so angelic when the sunrise beams on her hair, making her hair slightly shine. She also has these refined brown eyes and these pretty pink lips.
She is quite tall, she's about 5'7 if I must be specific, and just so you can imagine a little better, she is just a little pale, but whenever she puts that red lipstick, the color of the comely red pops, making you're eyes blink a few times with amazement to just see how graceful my mother looks when she smiles with that lipstick on.

My mother loves to do many things, such as travel, cook, dance, and even dress up!
But, she always loved to do this one thing, which was to sing.
My mother loved to sing, it was the only thing that she really ever did when she was doing something.
Every morning, I would wake up to the pleasing smell of her making scrambled eggs, and I remember hearing her sing as I slowly got closer to the kitchen's room, making my smile grow wider and wider when I took each step.
Her voice was completely marvelous, her British voice was to be heard many times, but I didn't quite mind it at all.

You see, my mother was a very positive person, she always smiled and she always reassured others when something went wrong, she was happy almost everyday! But, that all unfortunately changed when my father passed away...

My father was the best father in the whole world, he was always so gleeful and energetic, and he always had jokes up his sleeve that never failed to make me laugh.
My father died in 1968, meaning that I was only 12 when he passed away.
My father leaving this world was one of the most hardest things that my family and I had to go through..
We lacked on the bills, and we we're slowly turning depressed and poor each day.
My mother had eventually found a job on the same year that my father passed, but we didn't see her that much, which worried her because our neighborhood was quite dangerous, and the reason I say this is because my sister and I got robbed two times when my mother was working, and when the three robbers we're found from the police, my family and I had found out that the robbers had lived in the same neighborhood as us, so perhaps the neighborhood that I lived in wasn't quite suitable for my sister and I at the time.

Speaking of my sister, I did have one, but I never got the chance to have a brother in my life.
I absolutely love my sister, she's my best friend, and she was always there for me when the bad days we're just to terrible to handle alone.
Sometimes, my mother would trash the rooms downstairs, and my sister and I would hear her screaming with frustration while we hid in our rooms, afraid to calm her down.

I am actually the younger sister, my sister Molly was born on April 22, 1955. She did sometimes pick on me for some things, but I knew that she loved me, because she would always take care of me. She would always reassure me when the thunder scared me, and she would always let me stay in her room for the whole night when I had a petrifying nightmare.
My sister is very resplendent and caring, she also had many friends at school and she was actually considered the popular girl in school.
My sister has blonde hair and these honey colored eyes, and she also has these dimples that appear whenever she smiles.

My father made a very bad impact on the family, but we eventually got our lives together and worked it out, and even though that I don't see my father anywhere, I know that he's still here, watching me and protecting me wherever I go.

Even though that my family has faced some problems, I wouldn't ever consider my family a horrible one, I'm glad that I was born in that household, and I'm glad that I still have my sister and my mother.
It's now 1982, and I'm still living in Liverpool with my husband, Adam Peters.
Me and Adam dated in 1975, and we eventually got married in 1979.
Marrying Adam was the best thing that I have ever committed to, and I absolutely cannot live without him.
It's been 3 years sense our wedding day, and I still remember the magical day as if it was just yesterday.
I was standing in front of Adam, holding his hand while I stared at my family with a big smile on my face.
My blonde hair was done properly by Molly, and my gorgeous makeup was done by my own mother.
I remember staring into Adam's blue eyes, making me blush as he stared at my brown eyes.
We said our vows and before you knew it, we we're officially married, and when everyone got up from their seats to clap with victorious looks on their faces, I couldn't help but to tear up with joy.
We had moved in together in a small home, and we had started our life together happily with no problems.

My life was just like any other life, I had friends, a family, problems, and just normal days passed on in my life, but something completely bizarre happened, and it all started this year, in 1982.