My Life on Paper
Everyone has their own perspective on what they consider a “perfect life.” My life was no where near perfect, it was perfectly imperfect and I was completely happy with that. Life isn’t about money, cars or clothes. Yes it’s important but like Notorious B.I.G said “more money, more problems.” I believe happiness is a destination and all that is just luggage.
My name is Iliana and I was given that name the day I was born, July 5tth, 1989. I was born in Miami and raised by my mom; her and my dad got married young which sadly led to divorce. My mom was a single parent raising 3 kids on her own. Although it sounds as if my dad wasn’t around, it was the complete opposite I saw my dad every other weekend and ate dinner on Wednesday. Soon after the divorce my dad met my step mom, in which I might add all “evil step moms” make mine look bad.
A few years later my sisters were born, although this sounds like too much for a 7 year old too handle, I thought other wise. Since my parents got divorced when I was a year and a half, I don’t even know what it is to live with my dad. Till this day I think I’m the luckiest girl in the world! I have two mothers, not only do I have two moms they’re the best moms a girl can ask for.
I can honestly say I had the most amazing childhood a kid can ask for. My mom would dress up and put crazy make up on and dance around the house just to make us laugh. The funny part is it’ll all start if food got in her teeth she would smile and say something funny then she’d attach Styrofoam cups to her ear with aluminum foil coming out, put music on and dance around the house, Every time she passed by she’d have one more article of clothing or material on. My brothers and I were never in child care, and oh god! How I begged! On the weekends my mom would take us to the movies, the park, basically anywhere we wanted, of course we couldn’t forget our friends. She’s one of very little parents that were with about 6 to...
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