hello, my name is calvella, i was born october 30th. 1806 paris, France, my father christopher bellision left a day after my mother had given birth to me. But he had never returned. my poor mother died 3 years after, a tragic disease had taken over her fragile body. Our neighbor had taken me in till herself could no longer care for me nor her own children any longer, cassie,john, and eric, had all been taken in a wooden carrage to what the woman with bright blond hair had called our new homes. i remember walking onto the soakened ground, while the woman tried to hold us under her cloak, but of course we were to friget to remain still. Running up to the narrow pathway, which had wilting flowers. clumsley running up the large, wider staircase, to the scarlet color door, which seemed to large for a mer human. Of couse our small hands weren't even large enough to turn the silver door handle. The woman of couse scooted us away so then she herself could hurry and open the door.
tell me wat u think, and if i should continue, thank u
