I was a young girl born by my mother, Martha-Sandra Hanison. She was 15 at the time that I was born.. And after that.. She decided to call me.. Milo. So there I was. My name is Milo-Sandra Hanison.. I was born November 12 of 1989, in Oslo, Norway. And I'm half Norwegian because my mom was an exchange student from the USA..
When I was Young I used to be such a beautiful child. People would compliment me and my mom because we were such lovely, nice, and beautiful people. Most people like my mom for her… Well, let's not talk about it. My mother would always be nice to me, and if I did something bad, well.. I was a baby of course.. So wouldn't.. But.. If I did something that would upset my mom.. She would be calm and clean it or fix it! Yes, that's how nice my mother is.
People would always ask my mother if she's stressed, and sometimes she would be, Because she was forced to drop out of highschool. But sometimes she would say " I love my child! " or, " I love my daughter so much! ".
My mother would always try to make me laugh. She did so much to care about me! My mother was not like most mothers- When they have a child at the age of 20, 30, or 40. She was in her early teens!
I am now turning one this year. And my mom saved up enough money to buy me at least one gift. So she decided. " Oh! I think my daughter should have a cake! " Because at this time my mother was just.. A 16 year old girl and she was poor. She only worked at a daycare, and she didn't make that much money. She worked day and night. 8:00 Am to 6:00 Pm. Certainly, my mom was very stressed and hard-working. She was just building up money for a better house, since.. We currently live with her parents. Well, they're also my grandparents.. And this was the first time I've been to a daycare. My mother took me there for the first time.. And it looked lovely! There were sections- The infant room, and the Pre-K room. The Kindergarten room. And the older kids' room. I was stuck in the infant's room. Because I was only 1 year old. So here I am, stuck inside an infant room. Some of these kids are mature, some aren't... I was with them... Well, The " Normal " Kids.
My mother wasn't there for me for a reason, she was working for the toddlers. My mother's friend, Izzybell. Yes, She wasn't her age. But, they were great friends! " Hey, Maxene. " My mother said to her other friend, Maxenne.
" Yes, Martha? " She said back to my mother. They were talking about some adult things. I was trying to discover the world of being a child, since that's what I was, of course. I started to crawl out when someone wasn't looking trying to see what I could find or eat.
I saw a little piece of cookie on the floor, and my instincts were like. " Oh! I'm gonna eat this! " So I quickly crawled over and started to eat the cookie. But then... I started to choke. I started to gag on the cookie. And then shortly after... An adult came over and helped me get it out. It was my mother, of course!
" Sweetie! Are you ok? " My mother said, worryingly. She hugged me tightly and told me; " Don't do that again, please.. " I'm glad my mother saved my life.. Or else I would make it a day alive.