Iris's narrative

Today is the anniversary of the death of my biological parents and my birthday, It marks the 20th year of their death and 20 years of my misery.

I miss them so much, the burdens of this world is too much to bear.

** Flashback **

"Iris get ready, we don't have all day sweety" a soft toned voice yelled from downstairs

"I'm coming mummy, I'll be there once I get a hold of the other pair of my pink glittery princess shoe mummy" I yelled back at her

"OK darling, but be quick" she said

We were going to Disneyland for my 7th birthday and I know how much I've pressured them in letting me go to Disneyland, my birthday was the best reason to go there.

I didn't know this would be the last time we'll ever go out.

*Sounds of Sirens*

I really don't know what happened but what I can remember before blacking out was the view of a truck coming straight at us.

Mum and dad didn't make it, I couldn't speak for months, I blamed myself for what had happened.

I could have just celebrated my birthday at home. They would have still been here.

Aunts and Uncles that I have never seen came to our home fighting for my parents wealth but got mad when they realized dad had already put everything under my name.

I stayed with my dad's sister Maria, she was now my guardian, she was nice at first but after a year, she became cold.

I was not living like a slave in my own home.

I ran away from home when I was 10, I didn't care what they did to my wealth, I'm just glad I made it out alive.

Roaming on the streets, I found a couple who accepted me as theirs, they were poor but had no children, all they had was their home. They tried to take me to school and I had a part time job and saved all my earnings. We were comfortable for 7 years until they both left me alone in this world. They just left a home for me but it wasn't a home any more.

I met my little sister Bree a few months after and took her in, she was still a tiny baby that was left by the dumpster close to my house. I named her Bree and I took care of her, I felt that I'll lose her I decided to enjoy the time I had with her.

**Now**

I have always pray that my biological parents and foster parents rest in peace on this day.

I also pray Bree lives long too, I can't be lonely again

It has been 10 years since I found Bree and she's not doing fine, She is an asthmatic patient and unfortunately has a hole in her heart.

I may have become a physiotherapist but I am still poor to take care of my baby sis and myself.

If I didn't have a stable accommodation, we'd be on the streets.

I can't borrow money for Bree's treatment, I have previously borrowed money for her pumps and medication, I've reached my limits and I sometimes hide from the loan sharks.

Will you join me to see how my story goes?