Cleo's Story

A Life of Confusion

        Hey, my name is Cleo Latin. Actually, it's Cleopatra Mary Anne Nefertiti Sunshine Sky Latin, but you won't ever find me writing it ever again in this story. You might be thinking that I am a total freak and my parents are hippies, but they aren't, at least my dad isn't... anyway... My mom and dad tried countless times to have children, but it never happened. They gathered up their favorite names and that's what I was. Let me tell you why.

        Twice my mom gave birth, but both times, the babies died. John Dante,(my oldest brother) was born, but his lungs weren't completely developed. Suddenly, body fluids rushed into his lungs. Water, blood, everything. Then, he crossed over and nothing more was said of it. Anistasia Mary Anne, (my older sister) was born, but she didn't make it. They couldn't make her start breathing. So I was a miracle.

        Needless to say, my parents didn't start out on an easy paved road. More like a dirt crossing made completely of mountains with bears and lions attacking them at every side. After I was born was a different story. They did everything for me. If I had a small cough, they rushed me to the doctors. They were so worried that I wasn't going to make it. I don't think they could have handeled the heartbreak. So in return, I did everything for them. I studied hard to get straight A's in school and I did my chores without complaining.

        You might think that my life was perfect. Everything was so good because my parents gave me everything I wanted. Well, you're going to have to survive the heartbrake becaues it wasnt. Something was missing. It was like a 3,000 piece microscopic jigsaw puzzle with a small section in the middle missing. Not really noticable except when you looked really really hard. I never really noticed it untill I was in 6th grade.

To be continued...