I was born in Lisbon back in 1993 - an ancient city in Europe. You might think I was lucky, being an European and all, but you’re wrong, I was born in a traditional city but was soon put up for adoption.
Actually, I don’t remember squat! I only remember the vague scenes in my mind.. they’re very dim. I remember thinking that I was born in an orphanage, but little did I know that I had been rejected by my parents. I spent my first 2 years with a grandma who later put me there, she must have been too old to take care of me. I got to the orphanage when I was 2, so they say.
I kinda had fun though, there were other kids, there was a playground, and pets. And I was a little trouble maker myself. I guess I’ve always been one.
When I was 3 and a half, a nice couple came to visit the orphanage, and as usual all the kids ran to greet the strangers. It was always like they had never seen adults before, but I didn’t differ one bit. I also wanted a piece of the action. The adults seemed so nice, picking some of us up and asking us nice questions, I thought they were the new staff, so I gave them my ugly face. But they soon approached me and tried to look me in the eye, I wanted to avoid them but I couldn’t... they were different.
To be continued next Friday....
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