ADOPTED

...Every girl dream is to be happy. but not everyone is oppurtuned to be. my name is Martina Melissa. my friends call me Mel. for me definition of life was rosy and good. not until my parents died in a car accident when I was 10.and I had a brain injury.I didn't remember how the accident happened neither do I remember what my family members look like. they didn't come looking for me and tracing any of them was a bit difficult . I was taken into an adoption home established by some old nun. ...School was a long walk from home. walking from home was the only private time i get to think,to admire nature. I saw kids lined up at the ice cream bar holding hands with either their dad or mum,so I joined the que waiting for my turn. I was sad I didn't have anyone to talk to except for few old nun and only when they need me to clean or cook and my friend Sara. I was glad I learnt about my home today at school. It was built about a 100 years ago,no wonder the furniture and flooring were a bit rusty, no wonder the adoption home needed funding to renovate things. the house used to be a church built in the 90's .this is my fifth year in the adoption home,so for me I could even right an article about the home there were twenty rooms. five belongs to the seven nun.and the rest for the children.the house was creepy,an attic was located down the alley and my room is located right beside it,and every night I tried to venture into the Dark room but the fear of getting buried alive wont let me.