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Chapter one(The Cinderella Dream, and life before the pink heels fitted a poor girl)
Living in Malibu, suffering during the winter, having homes all over the globe, never wearing the same clothes twice(unless wanted), being able to sit in on a Hollywood set or be back stage at any concert of fashion event with the stars themselves, and spending holidays in grand places like New York, Paris, Tokyo or Milan, sounds like a dream, doesn't it?
I use to think so….
I mean any girl living in a foster care with no family would agree with you.
What child doesn't want to feel loved or get a better shot at a fairy-tale Hollywood life?
I mean imagine growing up in Wisconsin to a pair of parents who loved themselves so much that they forgot about their four children at home and expected the eldest one to care for the others at the age of 8?
Well that's what I had to do…...
Every morning I woke myself up, prepared cereal or toast (pretty much whatever I could) for myself, my twin Todd, our 4 year old sister Stacie, and the new born baby my mother had only given a name to "Kelly"..
After dressing, aiding in sponge bathing myself and my siblings, and after feeding everyone, we would all head out the door into the big world.
I would walk Todd across many busy streets, miles away from the small neighborhood in which our family owned a 3 bedroom apartment.
Despite the rain, chill, or heat, just so I would know that he made it to school okay and just so I could tell my parents that I did "my job".
If I failed to ever get him there and have the school called, then our parents would punish us. Us being Todd or myself.
Their punishments were never things like time-out, grounding, or spankings, instead they robbed us more of basic needs.
For example:Two summers ago, we spent the whole break living off of "Toasted Oats" cereal and room temperature juice boxes,all because Todd got into a fight on the last day of school and our parents had to get up, make themselves presentable, and show up at the school in a decent amount of time,
Which of course with them out partying with the loud strangers they called their friends, was not possible in a time frame that appeared normal before the school faculty, thus resulting in lots of questions and raised eyebrows.
And boy were they not happy when they came to get us.
From there we learned the rules that were never spoke of, and from there we understood that if we wanted those people who called themselves our parents to leave money on the table or to continue putting the roof over our heads that it was our job to abide with these rules with no questions.
With Kelly sleeping in a car seat in the wagon, bundled up perfectly from October's nippy breeze and with Stacie sitting across from her singing to herself, I would pull the wagon across town. Doing simple chores such as; grocery shopping, dropping off envelopes that contained our bill money, and whatever else that needed to be done but my parents would not come home to do.
At the age of 8, I was able to run a household, often varying from the child role to the mother, and then from mother back to sister and friend.
Now you're probably wondering how an 8 year old, who should have been in school and not playing "full-time mom" went unnoticed….
Well the thing was my parents had high connections through their "business deals" and were able to pay off anyone who threatened them, that included relatives and neighbors that stayed in town.
It's crazy recalling now how I had two pairs of Grandparents, an Aunt on both sides,grown cousins, and extended relations, who kept their distance from us during this time, knowing we were alone.
Well actually to be truthful, our Grandmother on our father's side was good to us.
She as I recalled mailed us kids all gifts and winter gear during the holidays and sent us cards or packages with things inside.
Getting back to my wacko parents. They fed the whole town this lie that I was deathly ill, therefore not able to attend the local school anymore (Truth was they couldn't leave their screaming newborn at home, nor did they want to pay for child-care, for Stacie, who was a growing child and almost ready to go to preschool herself).
My parents were a pair of interesting cards that's for sure selling the town that bucket full of lies, but sad thing was if you would of looked at me then, you would of bought their lie of me being sickly without a doubt.
My skin portrayed a ghost like shade(fairer than the queen of England herself as my mother would often joke) that cloaked a bony frame. My blue eyes often appeared clouded by a sleepy hazy, and my dirty-blonde hair was always in octopus like tangles.
Overall I probably looked like a ragamuffin, beggar-child to everyone who saw me, but then I was to young to care.
Never did I notice how bad I looked compared to other girls my age. I was far too concerned with making sure my sisters looked nice to care about myself or other girls for that matter.
After Todd was at school, and after we had completed what needed to be done outside of home. I would put my two beautiful younger sisters behind the play-gate. Keeping them in the playroom and out of my way.
The TV would keep them amused with cartoon beta tapes, promising them of princes, magical balls, wishes that came true, amongst many other things.
I myself would enjoy these things with them, once I was done trying to keep the dishes neat and the appearance of our home decent, knowing that if today were the day that Mom and Dad would come by that it needed to look its best.
Besides playing board games, puzzles, singing, and reading stories, I did many other fun things with my two younger sisters (Even though Kelly wasn't old enough, I always kept her involved). We would have many heart-felt laughter moments doing various things inside our cozy apartment, even taking the chance every once in a while to have our tea-parties outside, along with other various things.
I would even try to teach my two younger sisters things like spelling, letters, colors, and pretty much whatever else that I could.
Feeding them lunch, would also take place during this time, and would end with us taking a nap wherever we had a fort set up.
Once we awoke, picked up Todd from school, and made back across town, our parents would of already came by (only bothering to stay on holidays and birthdays) with our dinner and some money just in case we needed it.
I often wondered why they didn't ever stay or wait for us, leading me to think it was because they weren't happy with what I had done, rather than thinking they were just bad parents as they really were.
I never showed how hurt I was by them not staying or let my siblings hear me promise that I would try to do stuff better tomorrow, because I didn't want them to blame me as well.
It was a hard and almost impossible life for a 8 year old girl to keep up with and it often left me feeling rather empty, but I pushed through each day without letting my siblings know that I wished our lives to be different or that I even sometimes wished that they would just disappear, so things could be how they use to be.
With dinner gone, Todd and I would try to do his homework together.
Him, slowly helping me catch up to speed with him, since I had gone to school before, and was hoping that one day I would return to it.
To make this dream come true I knew I needed to stay up with subjects and items that I was not being taught at the moment.
Homework-time would soon fade to bath-time for Stacie and Todd in their swimsuits, letting them wash their own hairs like I had taught them how, while I sponge-bathed our baby sister Kelly on a towel on the floor.
I might have been doing a-okay most of the time with winging it, but I knew when it came to putting a baby in a tub, I had no clue on what to do, so I just improvised, never wanting to put the precious life I was responsible for in danger.
Everyone knowing that bedtime was at eight-thirty, I never got fuss from anyone when the clock chimed.
The only time I let my siblings drop when they dropped was on the weekends.
Placing Kelly in the wheeled-crib, next to our parents bedside, I would wait, with our thick book laid across my lap, as I kept warm with its thick quilt, being the one closest to Kelly in case she needed attended to.
Todd and Stacie would soon join me in the big fluffy bed, taking their usual places, waiting for me to tell them a story like my parents use to..
Once everyone's eyes would of been fluttered shut, I would pull the chain of the lamp, and join my siblings on "Lullaby-Bay", still hoping tomorrow would be different and that tomorrow it would be my parents sleeping in this bed.
Then our day, would start all over again resembling something like this, leaving my wishes up in the air with the stars that carried them to unknown far off places.
Things in our household ran like this for the next year and a half, that is until, Aunt Deborah would come by for a surprise visit of her life, turning our parents over to the state, and checking us into the local foster-care program.
Instead of taking us all with her, she just took Todd my twin and our only brother.
According to her husband Mike, on their farm, a whole bunch of ninnies would do him no good.
We were all sad to learn we were being separated, but I promised Todd that I would see him some day again, even if he was going to be working all the in California on some orange farm, and that I would protect our family, just like I had been.
With those promises and holding my toddler sister in my arms, we watched her drive off with our brother, all in tears and all frightened for what our new lives had to behold for us.
We never lived away from one another, shoot we rarely ever slept in different rooms from one another. This was all going to be a lot of changes we were going to be expected to adapt to.
I never in my life, wished so hard that a fairy-tale moment would happen for us, right then and there, like I did when we were escorted inside by a warm smiling woman to our new room, who would try to shed some light on to our situation, she seemingly understanding our pain and trying her best to fix it.
Now instead of boring you with a series of heart-wrenching stories of both the bad and good, of almost adoptions, and pretty much immediate rejections, I think I'm just going to have us skip to the point of my life in which I found out the lives of us poor Reynolds girls, was about to be changed for good.
Not even shining in the same galaxy as our old lives as we picked up the crowns and scepters of "Hollywood Royalty",joining and becoming one of the most well known families of the world.
This was when she decided we were the perfect fit to her empty and weird life.
You all know who she is.
Let me correct that.. You all think you know who she, is based on what the camera's show.
She's the girl, everyone wants to be all around the globe & is the girl everyone wants.
She's the girl that can be all there is to be, without even a blink...
Her fake, pearly smile may warm your heart, and her lies may make you love her.
and if you re not looking hard enough, her faults will never shimmer...
I think you all know who I'm talking about…
Barbie…
Feel free to express your thoughts, i'll be posting the next couple chapters within the next 24 hours