I am Angelica. I am an University going student of University of Texas at Austin. I stay in the dorm of the university with my roommate Naomi. We just completed our first semester in English department. It is surprising we became good friends in such a short time. Maybe because we stay together and talk like soul sisters.

　　As we grow old we have so many memories of the past. People say walking down the memory lane and exactly that is what I am going to do.

　　My parents Racheal and Joseph got married in 1999. They were college sweethearts. They were two years junior-senior, my mom being the junior. They had a grand wedding a wedding I always dream of. A destination wedding in Italy. They are married for 21years.

　　I was born in 2001. It was a rather surprise to them but they were very happy. When I was born everyone liked to hold me in their hands. My maternal grandpa likes talking photo so me and my younger brother Abraham has many photos.

　　You must be thinking why both ours name starts with A, my mother’s younger brother Zavier named me Angelica and my dad is fan of Abraham Linkon so my brother is named Abraham. He just love politics though he is not a politician. He does a job in a government company. My mom is a University lecturer. My brother goes to a school in Texas in standard 9.

　　I attended the same school Eastwood Academy. Before that I was in Deer Greek Elementary school. There were bitter as well as sweet memories there. Kindergarten was the best best time and my kindergarten was Premier Prep School.

　　I was a shy kid in my childhood. I am rather introvert. It is seldom that I go to people and talk unless and until I know them for ages. But when someone is in front of me or around me I talk to them especially when they ask me questions or to help them.

　　Let me tell the stories about my early childhood. Once I saw one of my male neighbors gotten bald. I saw so young yet I was laughing seeing that boy like that. Few days later I myself got bald and I didn’t even look at the mirror. Uncle Xazier told me where is my hair but I was not looking in the mirror. There is a photo of me bald and looking away from mirror.

　　I didn’t want to eat when I ate something because of my mom’s tactics and used to say why I ate and use to cry. But eventually I started to cooperate. I am a foodie now especially in the case of junk food.

　　When I was new at walking I got out of our house and was about to go to the main road but uncle Xavier saved me. He is a life saver literally.

　　My mother’s another brother Jacob also showed his love towards me. He use to carry me in his hands most of the time. He used to take me to Kindergarten sometimes in bike. Once I was panicking that I will be late. He just told me to relax.

　　When I was 5 I was riding a cycle in my lobby. It had a supporting wheel at the back. So basically it was a tricycle. I was doing a stunt kind of thing. I was circling near the stairs. One of my maternal uncle Ben told I will hurt myself. I was like Uncle Ben nothing as such will happen. He went in. Then at one time the front wheel of the tricycle touched the stairs. I used my both hands to hold the railing of the stairs and was trying to get myself out of the situation. But my hands got tired and I let go of my hands. The bicycle went straight and hit the white wall. I fell off the bicycle and the bicycle fell on my right arm. I was so scared I gave a scream and everything went quite. My maternal grandma Blossom heard my scream and came rushing from the kitchen. I was picked up from the place and was brought home. My right arm formed a curve. It pained like hell when my grandma tried to make it straight like before.

　　I was taken to a nearby hospital.It was good for fractured limbs. Yes my hand was fractured. I felt like what have I done. I thought I will be scolded. But my mom was considerate. She didn’t scold me at all.

　　As far as I remember I sat at the backseat with my mom. My uncle Jacob at the driver’s seat and my dad Joseph at the seat beside me. Abraham was about 2 and was with my grandma.

　　I was taken on a stratcher and rushed to a room. There on the screen through a machine my pulse was checked. The nurse told we have give you injection to make you faint. She asked which hand is injured I told right. She injected me on the left arm. Everything went dark.

　　When I woke up. My right hand was plastered. My friends came to see me. My friend Annestesia still do acting and shows how I attended school with that plaster.

　　My class tests were written by a teacher in red ink. I used to take the exam orally and she used to write in red. I couldn’t give my half yearly. I told my mom maybe Allah wants me to take rest. That was the only concolement I could give her.

　　When the plaster was opened. We saw my hand muscles were can be said became less in a negative sense. We thought it will be bright as it was covered but quite the opposite happened. I recovered fast.