I once had everything, a rich husband,rich and happy life. I never lacked anything but then my husband died. I was pregnant with his baby at the time and he'd gone on a business trip. when returning, he was involved in an accident. The doctors said that he was brought in dead. I was eight months pregnant and I cried, when I heard the news a day later and went into labor. I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl who had violet sparkling eyes and black ebony hair and fair skin. I love my daughter who I named Rui. I thought that even though my husband was gone,we would still have all his millions but then his family came and took everything,the millions, the house. Everything,they took it all and kicked me out of the house. I begged them,I told them that I was with their sons daughter but they still kicked me out with my daughter. All I had with me were my clothes,my baby and my phone. I called my parents who lived in the village,my home town. They welcomed me home with open arms. Even though they had a roof over their heads. I knew they wouldn't be able to feed two more mouths so I had to earn money to support us. I began to grow fruits and vegetables and sold those at the market to earn money. I raised my daughter with the help of my parents and with the money I earned managed to get all she'd need,a small crib, clothes, toys. Now it's been 4 years and I literally don't see my life going anywhere up but I hope it does. I'm Patricia by the way and here's when my true story began. I'm 30 by the way.