I am always a loyal and number one fan of my mother in spite how the world hates her. To me, she is everything – my best friend, my mother, my teacher, my hero. To me, she is beautiful inside and out. Maybe, if there is something that I got from her is that I resembles her the most, as if we are a perfect picture of each other, that every time I look in the mirror, I can still see her. She is perfect to me and to my Dad. That lady adores pink roses because she views life as bright and beautiful more than they are in real life. Until now, even my father's last wish is for me to forget her, in spite of my heart felt sick self, my bright spirited self still weighs my love for her.
Maybe, if there is something that a hell lot of people around me come to realize now is that it is really terrible that I am a lot like Mom. I mean, could it be that I have to be like my father, but little by little, I still have to learn a lot of things. The problem is the society. It's not like I'm gonna be what like the error it become. Know what, it is really like a catastrophe to pull the string when everyone is pushing you to gain a breakthrough offshore. That was, when I first ever saw myself wearing those tears while facing the only mirror in the house. Yes – only mirror. My Dad is a great general that time – Otto Elisandro Peril, and he treated us like every hour is in war. Literally, he hates narcism and never been selfish in his life. My brothers and sisters lived an unusual life with him, as if we are in a training camp in a barracks. But other than that, he is a great father. He is a naturally born leader like a choleric psycho and he is in romance with fairness and square.
When I first saw myself cry, it is not of a broken heart. I was seven years old when I learned that I am an outlaw one. Things are never been the same after that.
Summer of 1882 when Otto Elisandro was born in the loving arms of Antoinette Cannes and Ernesto Ismael Peril and started a life of nobles in Marseille-Aix-en-Provence before he later on live a life of merit service in Paris as an Army General.
1910, May 23rd when the Perils announces France the betrothal of their only son, and later that year Otto Peril tie the knot with Emily Wurtzbach. From them started a house full of kids and happy dreams – Octavio Constantine, Aguiluz Ruperto, Ernesto Heroine Felipe, Arianna Victoria Clementine, Maria Olivia, Louisa Mercedes, I am the youngest girl, and next to me, Rolando Javier, who is only behind for one year.
On the eight kids, only me and Rolando are behind for a decade and I understand why Dad is terribly protective to the two of us. Maybe, that is why we are the closest. I really love Rolando and sometime, I even nurse him when we were still kids. I am also close with my brothers and sisters, but I adore Octavio and Heroine the most, and also, my sister Victoria. Aside from being the eldest, Octavio is fair and square with the rest of us and father trust him the most. However, my favorite brother of all is Heroine. If not because he is my brother, I probably fell for him. He is perfect in everything. Lastly is my dearest Victoria. I learned everything about girls, all thanks to her.
I admit that aside from Octavio, I am the apple of my father's eye. We are the closest, that's why people asked why. Another thing is that, among the other seven, I differ in every way. I mean, I am literally petite and short with my height of five flat, while the rest of my siblings are tall, curvy and prominent. I am more like of a Chinese courtesan girl, with my skin like cucumber and chinky eyes, and it is too bad because they all look down on Asians. They all referred them as modern slaves. Surprising they say that I am a French girl every time I introduced my name to them – Ariah Suzanne Mariani Lei Peril.
Since I have the longest name in my father's house, I preferred to be called Suza because that was what used to be the endearment of the three princes in my life – Octavio, Aguiluz, and my dear Heroine, and it's like a music to me.