Father: [name_u]Maverick[/name_u] [name_u]James[/name_u] (black hair and blue eyes)
Mother: [name_f]Rosa[/name_f] [name_f]Flower[/name_f] (light brown hair and blue eyes
Me: [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] (light brown hair and blue eyes)
Year 1: I have a new little sister named [name_u]Winslow[/name_u] [name_u]Skye[/name_u], she looks like dad with black hair and blue eyes.
Year 2: I make a friend at daycare, we love playing with bouncy balls and swinging together.
Year 3: I break my ankle trying to climb the monkey bars for the first time. It was minor damage and healed after a month.
Year 4: [name_f]My[/name_f] parents file a divorce and [name_u]Winslow[/name_u] and I stay with our mom and go to our dad’s on the weekends.
Year 5 I am diagnosed as deaf and I take a sign language class, my mom and sister tried to learn it too. I am the only one who is young and deaf, but my grandpa is half deaf too, so he teaches me some signs too.
Year 6: [name_f]My[/name_f] mom gets me a dog to make up for the loss of hearing. He is a [name_m]German[/name_m] [name_m]Shepard[/name_m] and I name him Pooh
Year 7: [name_f]My[/name_f] best friend, [name_f]Georgia[/name_f], tells me she can’t be friends with me anymore because I’m deaf and leaves me
Year 8: Mom takes us to Disney World and we enjoy it. We stay for a few days and just enjoy time as a family.
Year 9: [name_u]Winslow[/name_u] is diagnosed with brain cancer and doesn’t have a long time to live. Mom takes the news terribly and I just cry silently because she was my best friend. She is put on chemo which is slowly killing her more than the cancer itself.
Year 10: [name_u]Winslow[/name_u] dies of cancer at age 9, my mom becomes depressed and she slowly starts killing herself with drugs. (it’s funny how I got the cancer one and then immediately after I got the loved one dies, strange)
Year 11: [name_f]My[/name_f] dad takes me to the beach and we spend time together for once, he doesn’t take me anywhere as much anymore, so it felt nice.
Year 12: I dye my hair purple because it’s my favorite color, everyone at school notices.
Year 13: I started picking fights with people because I’m still mourning my sister’s death.