My life story · 10:39am Jan 17th, 2017
Note - this is just a blog to pin to my home page as I want sperate comments for it but I don't want to make another custom box.
I don't even know if this is real myself, it's just what I've been told. I was adopted at 7 so I remember most of the later details but still it's pretty hazy.
This story begins in a old house on the bad side of London. The 'bronx' if you will. I was born to the father who I never knew and the mother who I 'wish' I never knew.
One crucial detail about each of my parents is that my father walked out on us when I was about a year old, and mother, my mother was a stripper.
Fast forward half a dozen years and my mother died. She died from an STI. And I can't confirm this but apparently, according to the nurse, my mothers last words were, 'Tell Alice to stay strong'
I was admitted to an orphanage and was adopted a year later into a wealthy family, the wife wasn't able to have children and wanted to adopt. She was lovely and we grew closer everyday, she taught me how to dress properly, how to act like a lady. She was the only proper parental figure I had in my life. The husband was never home, he was always working but he was nice enough.
But sadly we don't talk much anymore. I own an apartment in London that I moved into recently.
I know, sounds like your average posh film.
Sorry if that was short, I can't talk about that much because it usually brings me to tears.
- Alice (SimplyPressStart)
Very interesting back story
4385801 It's shaped me into who I am today.
Interesting back story indeed.