Chapter 1 Rose's incomprehensible life
Hi, I'm Rose, today I'm telling you my story about my incomprehensible life and my dog brownie.
Mom told me a story now that I'm 13 years old. Mom said..when she was pregnant with me, my dad left us..mom gave birth to me in Baguio..
A few months ago..my mom met my stepfather, Brendon..he said he took care of me from the time I was a baby until I was 10 years old..
We are just a poor family..our house is made of wood so if there is a storm coming it always gets destroyed.
Since I was 3 years old,,,,I have been a visitor at daycare and we moved to my stepfather's mother's house, but they were all rude and forbade me. When I was 4 years old, I was a regular at daycare and I even remembered my mother (I can't remember her name) who would even pick me up when I was going to school.
A few months later, my mother ordered me to buy some milo at the store, but I still had to cross the road. I looked to the right and left to see if there was a motorbike, but there wasn't one. When I got halfway there, there was a motorbike, and I crashed into it. The last thing I saw was me lying on the road, covered in blood and with many wounds. I cried so hard.
But the one who bumped into me was kind, he apologized, it wasn't his intention and he's a student. He just paid for my medicine and hospital bills..thank you.
A few months ago, my dog, Brownie, was killed by our neighbor (he said he was beating a child). I actually saw how they killed him. I couldn't do anything because my stepfather also agreed. While they were feeding Brownie, they hit his head... I was just crying and my jaw dropped... then they cooked my dog..
Ever since I lost my dog, I don't want to take care of it again because they might do it again..it hurts to lose a dog that you almost grew up with..I love you so much, brownie..
I can't remember anything else that happened to me because I have a little lost memory because I crashed my motorcycle.
I was in kinder, and my teacher, Ma'am Diesel, was kind, sometimes strict, you wouldn't understand...but when I graduated from kinder, my father (my stepfather's father) was the one who accepted my award because I had a fever that day.
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