How long

I will tell you who I am at the then end of this post. I just thought I should say something...or do something. Because no one knows me or anything. Except Angel. But he doesn't talk to me anymore. But it's fine. How long does it take people to know you exactly? Hm...Maybe I'll tell you about my life. So then, you can say "Hey...I've read about her." When you hear my name. Okay? Uh...I won't start from the beggining that would take much too long. I'll just write about the "highlights" in my life. So I'll start from about 10 years ago. When I first met Angel.

~"Lora..? Lora... wake up honey." my mom spoke from above my bed. It was raining outside, my favorite kind of weather, until then. I looked up at my mothers face. Tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes puffy from her obvious crying. I sat bolt upright, looking her in the eyes and half already knowing what she would say. "What's wrong mama?" I asked, dread circling my heart. "I-it's your father baby...I'm afraid..." she broke out in tears then, and she didn't have to say anymore.
The next week we went to his funeral. She never told me how he died, or where or when. I wasn't sure I wanted to know at that point. I looked up at the sky while my grandpa spoke over father's casket. I looked up at the sky, hoping the sun would wash away my doubts, and worries. They didn't. Turning my head I saw a little boy. His hair was down to his waist, and he sat in a tree staring curiously at me. Looking around I walked over to the tree, wiping my face before looking up at him once more. "H-hello" I said smiling sadly. "Hey" he replied. "Who are you?" I blinked staring at him. "Angelo. But you can call me Angel" He smiled at me then, the most reassuring thing I'd seen in all my life. Though being six it hadn't been that long. He hopped down from the tree and stood infront of me. "How old are you?" I asked. "9" he told me. I nodded. "Wanna be friends?" I tilted my head to the side, the way I'd seen my sister do. "Sure." He stuck out his hand, and I shook it.

6 months later, my mother commited suicide. It was May 18th. Two days after my 7th birthday. We held her funeral a week from that date, and Angel was there. To comfort me. Telling me he knew how it felt. After that day, I never left his side for moment.~

I'll write about the most important parts of my life. One year at a time, every time I post. So then you'll know why I'm the way I am now. I suppose you could call it a kind of auto biography. *shrugs* But I'm sure most of you won't really care much about my life. That's really all I have to talk about right now. I could tell you many a tragic story. For my life is full of them...but I won't yet.

Love to the strangers,
~Loraina Kiarwa~