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De La Mar 1.0 - Prologue

E 'born is born!
I did it !!!!! ^ O ^ Joy, joy and supreme triumph !!!!! ^ O ^ ^ O ^
is the first chapter of my legacy, if you want to learn more , follow me below the CUT!

What I'm about to tell is the story of my life, a life lived intensely and Unconscious but for this very worthy to be told.
I made many mistakes over the years and, if I could go back in time, certainly not doing the same choices, I would think longer about what to do and then
.. But it's done, it is went well and there's nothing I can do to change the past, it is useless for me, mulling over what it was.
You can not go back and for this, the only way to live a normal life without too many rimpanti, the only thing I have left to do, live in peace, is to accept my past.
I chose to forgive and in doing so I became a free woman, a woman who has forgiven herself and who had the courage to go forward.

I think it is right to begin with, to talk about my parents, or better than what I was told them. Unfortunately I was too young to remember, now that I think, I could not even describe the face of my father or my mother's. I have not even been a picture of them.
My mother was a beautiful woman, always according to what they told me, was the daughter of a wealthy man, wealthy here in the Bay of Belladonna.
lived in a big house with several floors and a wing of the house was completely his. He had a life practically perfect: beautiful clothes, beautiful cars, each of its smaller request was fulfilled in a blink of an eye, all he wanted was the dish served on a silver .

long, however, did not know my father, a boy of humble origins who was pursuing many different tasks in keeping my grandfather. At first they began to see each other secretly, in order not to arouse suspicion in my grandfather, who, if he were aware of their relationship, would surely have found a way to prevent it.
go on, to see themselves in secret for about four months, walked miles and miles in the old 500 of my father, trying to get as far away as possible from the Bay, so that anyone could catch them together. Usually went to see a movie in the nearby town cinemadella or a bite to eat at the diner.
Then one day my mother noticed she was pregnant.
It was then that began the end. Imposed
My grandfather to my mother to have an abortion but she he would not listen to reason, what leiportava in her lap was the fruit of their love and would have killed for no reason at all for her child. Trying everything and everywhere, my grandfather, my mother threatened her, saying that if abortion had not lost any claim on family property and inheritance.
At the time, my mother was not aware of the situation was too much in love, he decided to continue the pregnancy and with my father went to live in a small apartment on the outskirts of the Bay of Belladonna, cutting ties with the her family.
Since then, my grandfather and my mother did not speak again.

between my parents at the beginning things were good, even if money were not many, they loved each other and that was what mattered most. Or at least, was what they believed.
passed the time of pregnancy in a perfect manner, their union could not be stronger.
They were happy, but evidently was not enough.

When I came into the world, on a clear morning of June were both in heaven and nothing foreshadowed what would happen shortly thereafter.
Once back home from the hospital, everything changed. Despite my father svolgesse more a job, money seemed to be never enough. The food in the house, was scarce and many times, my parents were forced to decide to pay the rent rather than diapers, at the expense of eating.
My mother, accustomed to opulence and a comfortable life, he took very ill the whole situation. not have imagined that his life could be so hard and even though he was madly in love with my father failed to be happy.
Sometimes love is not enough.
Thus, he fell into a deep depression in the morning could not get out of bed or if it was stayed in my pajamas all day, leaving his only daughter to herself, maybe on the floor, dirty diapers, crying desperately for her husband until it stops.
My father, tired after a hard day's work, took care of me, changed me, I combed, fed me, was the only one who seemed to notice my presence.

I've never been told the details of the suicide of my mother, I know is that my father was deeply shaken dall'accadduto and four months after he took his own life. He could not
to move forward without her, he could not live without her one great love .
They were just kids, they knew what they were doing, they had no idea what to they would encounter, they had no idea how hard life was, but I can not blame them , I eventually I committed in the their own error.

So, at the age of one year, I was alone in the world. My grandfather had a niece ignored for years that remained to live and I ignored it for a lifetime of having a rich grandfather would could make it easier for my childhood. He brought with him also his legacy, he donated all his belongings at the shelter Bay Municipal Belladonna and I did not get a penny.

I was under the care of a social worker but not any social worker, I was entrusted to one who became, in my eyes, a mother. Her name was Marina Rinaldi and was very much wanted to Bay Belladonna.
After working for more than twenty years as a social worker, decided to abandon his use to realize his greatest dream: to open a shelter for orphaned children.
He invested all his savings in buying a house in the suburbs, rather small and shabby, who tried to restructure its best. It was not a very big environment but it was what he could afford.
attacking wallpaper on the walls, from extremely cheap but questionable taste, and furnished with second hand, in a few months, Marina was able to make habitable the bedrooms, even with the help of volunteers of the district, which gave food of all kinds, clothing and furniture that they, of course, no longer required.
A plumber is offered also to replace the pipes, now eroded, and create a second small bathroom, so Marina could offer two separate bathrooms, one for girls and one for boys.

After completing the renovation work, the children were not long in coming.
The management of a house of welcome was far more complicated than he expected Marina, the hotel is kept alive thanks to voluntary donations of citizens and not everyone was generous.
Sure, we have the aid of volunteers to look after children but the money is never enough. Only for the purchase of food, Marina spent more than 300 simoleons a week, from these, then, plus the normal expenses that a house include: electricity, water, gas, not to mention, then, of medicines. To meet all these expenses, the only thing that remained to do in the Navy, was to cut down on home maintenance.



After just a few years, some windows, given the wear and tear, began to cause problems, some could not even open up completely, the back garden was left to itself and some of the walls began to crack again .
This, however, Marina is not distracted from his mission, namely to help and give affection to all children who lived in his humble home. He tried to be sweet and helpful to everyone, to be present and not to leave aside any child or child who was, expecting the same devotion from its employees.

was in this house I spent my childhood, was one of those walls that I moved my first steps, learned to walk, to tie my own shoes, it was there that I shed my first tears that were caused by a fall or some thug in the mood to slaughter others. Beside me there was always the Navy, the only person I've ever seen my mother.
Marina, for me, it was more of a mother, was a way of life, a reference point from which to admire and take inspiration but I've never put into practice his teachings.
My childhood spent more or less happily, very much tied with a little girl, Carmen, herself an orphan of both parents. He had an older brother a couple of years, Mauro. This is not a likeness at all. Carmen was blond, with light skin almost as much as mine, but Mauro had a thick red hair that fell over his eyes in a disorderly manner and objectively his skin was darker than his sister. I still remember their arrival in institution immediately after the car accident of their parents.
They were so scared. At first remained aloof, almost did not want to have anything to do with the other children but gradually began to open up more and more, at first only to play with dolls, then slip on the parquet floor and in the end, dopotre months or so, we became inseparable.
How many do we have combined together.

Beeeeeeene and this concludes the first (vostroPensiero On: * Oh God because there are others' is crap? * VostroPensiero Off) chapter or update, if you prefer, De La Mar Legacy.
I hope my grammar mistakes that they have not made you a heart attack, however if you feel you need to do a collection and give me a majesty, there are many poor around and it is right that their work, Porelli! ^ O ^ ^ O ^
I apologize for the photos, especially for that huge crap on the cover, there are of all sizes, have mercy, I'm like a diesel, I need time for carburizing . Indeed, if you have any suggestions or advice on this topic, I will be glad to discuss it with you!
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