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I guess my life is good. My mother loves me, and I have traveled the world with her. They supported my passion for art and dance, and attended my annual dance. I am too is quite bright. I like math and English, but I have no problem with other subjects. I have many friends who stand by me anything, and I am even a little pretty. My red curls bounce and my eyes glow emerald health, but it is not always the case. There was a time when things glücklich.Bevor not hearing my name, Tatiana, you may think that I was an American child ever. However, this is not the truth. I was born in Russia. You see, my mother died giving birth to me, and my father is my mother after discovering she was pregnant, so I do not really know many of my relatives. After I was born, I spent some time in hospital before he Aistyata, an orphanage in Russia in Chelyabinsk. I was one year and nothing more than an uneducated, childish little confused. And like most orphanages in Russia, the conditions were poor in Aistyata. Of course, one meal a day was given, but it was not exactly gourmet. Some days we get out of bread with meat, vegetables soggy other days that stick to the head of my mouth like it. I was always hungry, like other children, and to survive, I learned to manipulate people and steal to get what I needed. Obviously, this is not the best habits were obtained. Four years ago, I was transferred to a new wing of the orphanage. See if you after a certain age seem to employees hope to see a family have Lost. So, I was inevitably placed on a portion of the house of incorrigible quarantine, lies and manipulation of children. Life was even worse in this new environment. Children are like me, and then as a skilled worker to fly like I do. I barely managed to get enough food to live, and grew thin and ill. My hair grew thin, and he has lost luster. My eyes were dull and glassy. My cheeks were thin and pale, reddish color to blend in a pale yellow. I wondered if I leave such a place would be terrible week waren.Manchmal passage, where a disease would sweep the orphanage. I would like to see children sick with fever and cough, and I woke up late in the night chill of fear of catching the disease and never see the next day. I wanted to live, and I would do whatever he has to do. I want to fly the sick, the sensitivity of the blade and children who had just given up. I’ve seen children die, and I’d be the first, his business, like my own request. Something in me tells me what I was doing was wrong, but I do not listen. I am ashamed for what I did, but when I’m not, I’d be still alive? The following year, seems to begin immediately. Weeks had been a potential parents of the room, I cried at home, passed, but one day was different. He brought hope. One woman took the child that day. It was a little girl with curly hair the color of a flame and smoldering grass green eyes shone with such clarity that they need more than five years, seems to know. The woman knew the girl had a pure heart, but also aware of their new daughter suspicious mind. However, the woman knew she was this little girl, how you like to learn, and they also knew that the girl had to learn with ease. She discovered she was right on the way back to America. During the flight, said a woman, the mother of their child’s name. You, as a native English speaker who does not understand or speak Russian well, and looked not understand women. But while his confusion, his new daughter laughed politely, and replied in a voice clear and sweet, “Меня зовут Tatiana.”