Prologue

I wish everything could be the way it was earlier. But reality always gains when dreams sets in.

My name is Tiara frost. I was just eight years old when my family broke into pieces and obliged me to survive alone.

Everybody said I was over mature for my age and surely is true. I didn't react normally when the tragedy struck. Instead of crying , lamenting, I gathered anger for my mother and hatred found it's way into my world.

My mother was solely responsible for my situation right now.

That famous day, my mother was in my room, preparing my luggage while shouting and insulting my father. It was surely because of the same story, the drunkenness of my father. That  time around, the  situation was worser.

 I  was just looking at them, Wondering while it would always be like that, why not use a little bit of diplomacy in this house for once, are they thinking about us sometime? I asked my self questions more than my age.

My mother took my hand and dragged me with our luggages outside, my father was trying to please my mum. Unfortunately, with no result. I felt pity for my father since he was the only one to whom I could expose without asking myself millions of questions. Seeing him drunk, ready to fall on his knees infront of my ruthless mother made me sink into anger. 

She crossed my father while hanging my luggage and dragging me to my junior brother's room who was just two years old ,Andrew! The other sweetest part of my life. She didn't care about the fact that she would separate a child from his father.

She carried my junior brother and asked me to follow her. She asked me... And I realized I had the choice to go or not, I looked at my desperate father still lamenting on the floor of the staircases. He was my dearest father, and the only wonderful one I would never have again, I couldn't simply go like that.

On the other hand, there was my brother, I had to take care of him, stay with him... but he would be more comfortable with my mother, a child needs his mother for the rest of his life. He was too young for that.

I could take care of my father, I mean... I was still a kid but I could defend myself in this world. It didn't matter if I had to leave my studies, the importance was to live.

My mother was waiting for me to come next to her, but I didn't need her anymore. She could go where she needed, I had already taken my decision.

"No mum... am staying with my father, you can go!" I said while taking my luggage beside her and tried to get my father up. I wiped his tears and tried to calm him as much as possible.

"Then stay here and consider you aren't my daughter anymore." She said while going definitely from our lifes, separating us from my brother forever.

I had the right to cry, shout... but no, no need to do that, that was my decision. I loved her, and now I hate her and because of her, love wasn't a matter for me, I could live without. I was too young to think like that, yet I did. I kept in mind that when the love you have for your mother breaks, then no need to feel any sort of love again. The love for my father and friendship love was the only thing I needed.

From that day, I and my father lived alone, I stopped schooling and started to sell my toys and some dresses. Wash car glasses to have some cash and bring some food at home.

My father felt pity for me and made great effort not to taste one drop of alcohol. I was proud of him, especially when he decided to go into an alcoholic hospital. By then, I had to go with my aunt who was nun in a Catholic orphanage who possesses a primary and secondary school at Oklahoma. I found a Phillipines little girl older than me and we find ourselves having many things in common, the only difference was that she didn't had parents and I had parents even though separated from them.

I started growing, and as much as I grew up I had dreams even if it wasn't necessary because reality would still come and spoil everything, I had dreams...many dreams. For them to be accomplished, I had to have a new style, so I decided to choose the Tomboy style. I had to avoid distractions and anything that would disrupt me. So, I was sure no body would be interested in me even though the school was exclusively main for girls, sometime I  had to go out and feel some regards on me by boys who made me want to beat them up. So I decided to dress as a Tomboy.

 At the age of nine, up to the age of twelve I found myself adoring music, I was the first and main person to compose Xmas songs or all sort of things which concerns music. From there my aunt had project for me, and I had also to realize my dreams, sing on a great scene and feel my heart of happiness with acclamations from public. But a tragedy struck when...I had a sickness called dysphonia who attacked my cords voice. 

When ever I had to sing at that time a violent cough attacked me and made me feel pains to my heart, I had difficulties to respire and my cord where more and more damage. I was afraid to sing even when my treatment had finished, but my dream was still stock in my mine.

At the age of  nineteen, my aunt proposed me to write for a scholarship  competition after Ivy's depart from the orphanage to the university, she went with the deception of never been adopted.

I wrote for the scholarship competition and had it. I decided to go to the Los Angeles University Of Music at California. The beginning of my dream to be realized was up to go. I had to get my father out of the alcoholic hospital and thank my aunt for everything. Find my brother one-day and create a family .

When the scholarship level finished after two years I didn't had enough savings to continue and decided to stay in Los Angeles and work. Once more life gave me another exercise to do in order to survive. I was in a district where we found mostly Mexicans and that I named the Mexico District. I found myself loving giving surnames!

I had an internet friend Rose, who proposed me to come to Toronto to get an Assistant job in the label music where she works. Having a friend on internet is not very nice but with her no problem, cause for her it was her first time and as two ignorant we passed our time chatting and became great friends.

After one week, I had finished saving money to complete my other savings in order to go to Toronto. By my great surprise, my dearest friend Ivy contact me too to join her at Toronto without knowing I was planning to go there, the last time I saw her, was when she came here with her boyfriend with whom she lives after asking my address to my aunt. I didn't tell her I was on my way to come to Toronto, I just accepted and after few days I was finally on my way to go.

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