We all felt sometimes like you didn’t belong amongst the rest. What will you do if it continues? That is the question that I have jet to answer.
It feels like living in a prison… are you asking why? Once I was like everyone else. Let me start by the beginning.
I was born in America, the only daughter of a lovely couple. When I was 8 me and my parents moved to Italy. To one of the most lovely cities. Of course I am talking about Rome. After a few months I was well adapted to the sceneries. Not long after everything went south… I got ill, spend most of my time in the hospital. Between feeling like I was dying, visits from my parents and doctors I was so tired. All I could do is sleep. My father couldn’t take it me being ill. So he hid in his work after hearing from the doctors that I wouldn’t probably survive another fever. My mother stopped working and started to spend her days in the hospital. Night after night everything went well I became stronger and stronger but it lasted not long. A night my mother went to my father to get him out of the office and come visit me. That night is the one I never will forget. On their way to the hospital the car slipped and drove of a bridge. I still can’t forgive myself for it because you can probably guess they passed away that night.
I didn’t know about my parents for a long time. The doctors agreed to not tell me about it. I know they indented well but still how could they? Now that my parents are gone and I have no other relatives, I live alone in the big house once I called home. The time I spent in the hospital I used it for studying, I learned all kinds of different stuff. Every few days or weeks I had a new roommate most of the roommates were adults. They learned my all kinds of things from French to math.