I was born 25 years
ago today. The youngest of the family, I sometimes got my way and mostly got into
arguments with my big brother, regularly throwing tantrums I am sure (these
memories seem to have been removed from my brain).
I always had fantastic
birthday cakes, handmade by my mother depending on each years requirements;
princess castle, hedgehog, the list goes on.
Sometime around the age of 9 I
lost my mother to a quick but aggressive battle with cancer. A pretty defining
moment in my life. My father was a trooper and raised us well and can be blamed
for all my sarcastic qualities I have acquired.
I met the boy at the
tender age of 15, and entered into a teenage romance; a boy who has now grown
into a wonderful man that I love more than words can express. After school I
studied for bachelors degree in Writing Fashion and Culture and spent the majority
of my uni years carving out fantastic friendships.
I lived in London my
whole life, but after graduating the boy and I packed our bags and begun expat
life in Cyprus. Some 2 and half years later, I am still here, we picked up a
dog and the boy has just embarked on a new job in Germany.
We have done long
distance relationships before and our relationship is stronger than most after
8 years together.
25 years truly has
flown by. Am I classed as an adult now?
*249 words thank you very much*
Your father refutes the above statement. Dad
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