People call me Flower, yes because I
grow as a bigbeautiful girl in my small village. Only that name that I couldhave. I
haven oparent, no Mother, NoFather, noot her sorev ensiblingswhoknowwho I am.
Don’taskmewithwhom I live, I amoneandonly. Thisis
a smallvillage, a village in Germany. I don’twantpeoplegive a pitytome. None
ofthemcandoit. I liveandlifewith a bad condition. Whern I was a 5 years, a
familycalled Parker familybroughtmetotheirhomefromthesocialhouse. I
rememberedit. They saidtothestafftocaremeandlovemeliketheirownchild.
Becausetheydon’thave a child. Everything wasgoingtobewell
as I wished. They lovemeandcareme. Butanunexpectedlymomenttookthemfromme. They
got accidentafterwentfromtheiroffice. Bothofthem. Itwassostrangeforme, when I
was 10. Itwas not fair, saidmetothegod. After
thatmoment a newlife had changed. Noonewantedtakemehome, wantedcareme.
Butformeitwasokay. My parent, I meant real parent, evenmy real
momthrowedmeuptothesocialhouse. A
placeforthemwhocannotacceptabletoparent’slife. At least I got itfromthestaff. Walkingalone,
eatingalone, andlive in thestreets. Like streetboys. I got foodfromthetrash, a
bin, orfrompeoplewhokindlygiving a food. When I was 12 I couldwork. I
coulddosomelittleworkthat not allchilddidlikeme. You know I did? I was a
secondhanddealer. The things in thestreetthat I found I collectthem.
Sellitthebighouse. Andgetthemoney. In thetime, I found Patrick star, he is a
niceboy. We live in thestreet. He prays as muslim, weworktogether. We
domanythingstogether. 8
yearsbeen a greatdays. I got mymoneyfrom 1 cen, 2 euros, big, andevenbig. You
knowthatafterthattimehowmuchmoney I had have? 1000 euros?
Sowhatdoyouthinkbythismoney? Eating? By house? Buy a newcar? Or
buyanythingthatmakeyoufun. No,
itwas not me. I buy a land, andbuild a smallplacenamedcafe. I loveeating. So I
couldtastewhichgoodfood, whichis not. I onlysell a bread. Nothingspecial in
smallvillage in Germany. Butsobeliev? Peoplelovemybread, I becomerich. Thismomentdoes
not makemindblind, I knowwho I wasbefore. My 50
percentofmymoneyisservedforstreetboys. You stillremembered Patrick? He
ismyhusbandnow. We livetogether. Love eachother.
