My life didn't start chaotic

Though my mother's own did, but she did make sure her kid's never .

Want a glimpse of my mom's life?

Well... Okayy you asked for it (sighs)

Her name is Beatrice .

And her life can as well be described as an emotionall numb and unfulfilled one . A lady who love absence shaped .

Enough of her now ,call me selfish but this is about me

Daddy's Little girl I say...

Growing up I was totally different,in literally everything. From complexion,to character,to way of life . It was like I was a punishment to my mom, cause like she said, "I refused to learn" I refused to adjust to the way of life I was born into .

I never really thought it was such a bad thing, well,... Until I was cultured to be worried about it .

In what seemed like an instant, years elapsed

My behavioural pattern remained unchanged, except for increased transparency.

My "home" itself was a heaven of chaos

We the kids and our mom focused more on the "heaven" and not the "chaos" .

My dad on the other hand, superimposed his own experience unto my life