I was born on a cold day in march, my parents were happy with their firstborn daughter, so were my godparents, my grandparents and 3 great-grandmothers. Yes I was really a blessed child when I was born, a big and happy family and everybody was healthy.
It's a shame I can't remember these days... My father named me, after my grandmothers, I'm still very proud of my names I carry.
The first thing I can remember is that I'm sitting on my fathers shoulders, watching Bommen Berend, that's a festival in my city, watching the fireworks... He got me a hammer of plastic with a peeping noise, of course, as expected of a child, I slapped the hell out of everybody who dared to come close to me and my father! And the first memory of my mother is that she was pregnant of my sister, I didn't know that she had a miscarriage and that she became pregnant again... I just thought she was pregnant all the time, my sister just wouldn't come out! In fact... that is true... My sister stayed in my mothers belly for 2 whole weeks to long before she decided she would come out to see the world!
My sister and I always had a very strong relationship, with allot of hatred and love... The only one who were allowed to hurt us were we! But right before my sister was born one of our great-grandmothers past away. I don't remember anything of her...
Soon enough, our father began to favor my sister, our mother loved us equally, as did our whole family. I didn't care that much, our father wasn't home that much as a international truck driver.
For as long as I can remember I was a chubby child, that's also the reason I was always the target of bullying in our village, I was and still am not really confident about myself in- or outside. The ever lasting bullying started at kindergarten... But I will start this story in my time as a little girl at elementary school: