It was December 9, 1998 when it all began. I was the first child born of the Valence family. It was a cold day for South Florida my mother had told me. But at around 7pm, I made it. I had arrived to the world. The first page of my story was written. And so my mother named me Adine. A strange name if you ask me. But I have grown to love it. Because unlike Tiffany, Amanda, Sarah, or Mitchell. It is my name. And only mine. This was only the beginning of my adventure.
My parents took me to their small trailer house they called home. My mother said the house had but two small rooms, a small kitchen, one tiny bathroom, and a cute little living room. Almost like a doll house, I suppose. Anyways, I grew there till I was around two. I learned a lot. My mother only knows Spanish since she came from a town in Ecuador. So I learned Spanish as my first language.
When I was two, my parents decided it was time for a new home. We moved to an apartment around twenty minutes away from my old house. Let me be honest with you, I don't remember much of this. But at least my mother told me this was how it happened.
Continuing, I moved in a small apartment with two rooms much larger then the last house. When you walked in the front door immediately you'd see the fairly small kitchen on the right hand side of the door. On the other side there was a small bathroom. If you walked in the kitchen there was a window were you could see the small dinning room which was connected to the living room. My parents put their large PC monitor in the living room, a large T.V. (which would be considered very old now), and an old sofa with flower patters printed all over it. From the living room, you could go out large glass doors which lead to a small patio. The small patio was surrounded by a fence. My parents put their washer and dryer in the patio.
Then, in the entrance next to the small bathroom there was a little room. My parents arranged all my toys in it. I refused to sleep in there. I had been used to sleeping with my parents and I wasn't about to change that. I called that room simply, "my toy room". I slept in the incredibly large (In my eyes) and scary room in between my mom and dad. The giant room even had a bathroom connected to it.
I usually woke up in the mornings by the sound of the water the shower made as my dad got ready to go to work.
My dad was big on singing so, you guessed it! He sang in the shower! It really frightened me. I the drank milk from my mom as her soft hand stroked me hair. I loved that feeling. I felt safe and comfortable. I only had to worry on what T.V. show I would watch. I regret not enjoying that wonderful and short period of time. I didn't have to worry about what to eat, wear, do or how to have fun, sleeping, or even walking. My mom never worked, so she had all that covered. She'd feed me delicious food, dress me with fabulous cloths (not that I cared), she always read me stories and entertained me, she always had a lullaby to sing when I couldn't sleep, and everywhere we went she brought me in a cart. I loved being in a cart. I felt cozy and safe while I could still observe the world around me. I wish I could see the world with those same eyes now.
My dad worked till I was fast asleep. He worked all day, night, week, weekends. I barely saw him. My mom and I did everything together. Some days we walked around the small neighborhood feeding the squirrels or I'd jump from rock to rock pretending that if I fell in the grass, it'd be lava. At times we played games or read books. But my favorite thing to do was sit down with my mom and watch Disney movies as we gubbled down a jar of raisins.
I loved my mom, she was my best friend.
Thank you for reading so far, I promise you that this chapter is short only because it the begging. It's like a prologue. Everything I write about in this story is 98% real except for the names I have changed. Every single name I changed to protect my family's identities, except for my name, Adine. I hope you guys enjoy it and keep reading my autobiography. Review please!