Life is not a bed of roses, but have fun and live life while you are at it.
As a teenager, I enjoyed the soft life.
Vacations and expensive gifts were my parents' love language. At sixteen, I got a C class Mercedes for my birthday. I was spoiled.
I would term myself beautiful. Not your average looking girl. I have striking facial features, starting with my unruly, thick, auburn colored hair, hazel brown eyes and well pursed lips. I was well known for my Coca-Cola bottle type body, a C cup, with a pretty small waist and hips for days. I took after my mom. My mom was stunning.
I was an only child for many ten years until my younger brother was born. He was a child my parents yearned for. My father’s family wanted him to have a son who would take over his estate. It almost wrecked my parents' marriage, the IVF procedures, adoption visits, and so many other options that my parents decided to fulfill the dream. Unfortunately, another woman gave birth to my brother. My father had a brief affair with her, and she became pregnant.
It started as a rumor. My mom refused to listen to the rumors because my father kept denying it. Until one day the pregnant woman, Karen. came to the house. Hell broke loose that morning, I remember getting ready for school. The doorbell rang at about 7.30am, and the maid opened the door. Karen pushed…
