I would like to say I knew I was going to marry her from the first time I saw her, that I was certain I would fathered her children and give her the whole world. Instead, I chose to hide my face with both of my hands hoping she wouldn't notice me anymore.
At three years old, a normal kid would be thinking about the next game to play, or what are you going to eat later. But that was not me, far from it. I was just this shy, underweight little kid with huge glasses that covered all my face and an untamable hair. Mom says she used to take me to the local playground but my interaction with other kids on scale from 0 to 10, I can confidently say it was 0. We used to go there because it was for free. Being a single mom at 19 years old didn't give you many choices but still, she says every Sunday was for us to enjoy ourselfs under the clouds of Seattle. Doctors say kids at my age have to be able to pronnouce correctly at least 3,000 words. Elise, my mom, had to take me three times each week for 2 years to see a therapist, who through breathing excercises and repeating the same words like a thousand times, helped me to speak almost fluently . It was a long road to go,
but I do remember the first word I got right at the very first time: Isabella.
Seated under a tree, with whom I presume was her father was my sweet, beautiful and evil Isabella.