have always thought that the day I fall in love it will be like those love stories in the movies but neither did I know that there's a difference between movies and reality and prince charming only appears in movies and not real life, I learned that in a painful way.

　　My name is Karina Rain, but my friends call me Rina, I am twenty-one, well I actually just clocked that age, am tall, dark-skinned beautiful a vague hair tone, thus the last child of my family.

　　I always hear people alter how fun and relaxing begin the last child was, which entirely different from mine, although my family provided  me anything I wanted, the only problem was I lived under lock and key, that is to say, I had very strict parents, thus glimpsing I was the last born, all eyes were on me from my siblings, and just a little slip-up from me, I am likely to be disowned by them; yes, that was how strick my family were.

　　Aprutly apart from that little detail, they groomed me with love, care and trust, hence I cannot bear to breaks my family's trust in me, my happiness was their happiness, and my sadness was theirs also.

　　"Good morning sunshine" mom always woke me up with a warm kiss, very early in the morning, and truly I will never get tired of it.

　　"Good morning mummy" I raised up from the bed with my SpongeBob pajamas on.

　　"Have your bath, while I lay out your clothes on the bed for you" mom says to me, as I walked off to the bathroom.

　　After that, I came out dressed and glimpsed on my family at the dining table, as I pulled out a chair plopping next to them.

　　"Dinner is served" mom placed a hot soup on the table, shooting a smile at me.

　　The moment we stopped praying, I lunged in like a hungry lion, shoving my face with the food, when my sister " Tamora" alters to me.

　　"Take it easy please," she says to me with a smirk on, as everyone sited there fixed their gaze on me when I suddenly choked on my food.

　　"Hrrnnggh" I couldn't breathe when mom rushed to my aid, passing over a cup of water for me, with her hands on my back.

　　"Are you okay" mom asserted out, standing next to me.

　　"Yes mom, thank you" I pinned a weak smile on when my elder brother "Jude" asserted to me.

　　"Next time, learn not to rush your food" he drew a stern look at me, which pinned my gaze downwards.

　　Aprutly  after dinner, I went back to my room, pulling out my phone from my back pocket, as I glanced through it, that was when I passed through a photo, months ago, which recalled memories I fought so hard to forget, what memories you ask? I'll tell you.

　　Months ago, I met a guy on Facebook, and truthfully I don't believe in meeting friends in social media.