All I knew was my little room. It was where I'd lived since I was fourteen. I did my job as a guardian as I was told to. I prayed when it was time to. I 'serviced' the men of my city when it was time as well. It was all I knew. But no one told me that there were MORE to life.

I remember when I was little my mom would cry when she saw my eyes, my bright red eyes, I didn't know why. She'd always say that it was because my eyes were so pretty that it made her cry. So being the kid I was, I made sure I look at my mom in the eyes a lot. My older sister and brother always played with me when they got home from school. When I got older they help me with my homework. My father wouldn't cry when he saw my eyes but he would give me the best hugs.

I loved my life with my family. Every birthday was the best even when it wasn't mine. My parents made our birthdays nothing but great. I spent so much time with my family. In school, I made friends and had fun. The teachers away gave me a sad look when they looked me in the eyes. I asked but they all said it was nothing and moved on. The older I got the more my family seemed to get a little sad. I'd ask but they said it was nothing. When I turned twelve my mother and father cried while hugging me.

They said it was because I was getting so big. My sister had said when she got to the house I had a special gift waiting for me. My brother said he'd be late but would make it up to me. Father said I could invite anyone to my birthday party and I did. I invited all my friends, some kids from another class, and a few of our neighbours. We always had a big birthday and this was no different. It was a fun party. A few days after I heard my father talking to someone on the phone. By the sound of it, he was asking for more time.

He asked for one more year. He said please 14. He was crying for 14. After awhile whoever was on phone agreed he jumped for joy thanking the person. I thank my father for what he did then, 14 is worth crying for. I still don't know what was said on the phone but that year was the best year of my life. I will never forget it. That following month my family did more stuff together. Sis sis was home more even though she now had her own family. My brother was still away at college but called every day and came home most weekends.

Mom and dad did fun things with me, they'd throw little party's for me and my friends, mom would dance around the house while dad sang. After Sis Sis' wedding, we all went on a camping trip. We couldn't go far from the city but I never minded it. I loved seeing the stars and my brother tell me stories about them. Mom made smores, dad sung folktale, Sis Sis was pregnant then but her husband helps pitch the tent. It was the best trip ever. A month later this really cute guy showed up in my class and I fell for him so hard it hurt. 

With the support of my best friends, I asked him out and he said yes! My mom helped me with my hair, Sis Sis helped with what I was going to wear. It was the best date we had ever. At the night he gave me my first kiss. After that i had my first boyfriend and its was wonderful. The months that follow were the best ever. Time flew by like magic and once again my birthday was coming up. My boyfriend along with my parents and I were planning the biggest party in history. Money was not a problem I could get whatever I wanted to get. 

There's going to be lots of food, music, people, performers, and I'm having mother dance and father will sing. It was the biggest party that my city has ever seen even now. The day of the party was nothing but perfect. My hair looked good, my outfit was great, and I had the best boyfriend with me. It was a lovely summer day the whole city had come to the party. My parents had blocked off our whole street. I and Jean walked around hand in hand

This was the best day of my life and I thought I would have more days like it. More beautiful days, more sunlight on my face, sweet kisses from Jean, more staying up with my sister looking at the starts. Though now...now those days were all over.