Introduction
It was June 1, 2018, Lola's twenty-first birthday. Her Marafiki were celebrating with her. As they were enjoying some cake, John asked, "What was your life like before wewe met your band mates, Lola?" She said, "It was okay, I guess." Peter asked, "Was it as tragic as Paul's?" She said, "Not really. It had its good and bad points. Are wewe sure wewe want me to talk about it?" Allen said, "Yes." Erin said, "You haven't really told us much about your childhood." Lola was apprehensive. Paul said, "It's all right. wewe can tell us." Carl said, "That's right. We're your friends." Lola smiled and said, "All right. I'll tell you."
Lola's Early Life
I was born on June 1, 1997. I was an only child. My parents only wanted one child. Growing up, I did wish I had a younger brother au sister so that I'd have somebody to play with. Despite the fact that I didn't have any younger siblings, I was very nurturing from a young age. One day, I found an injured bird. She was unable to fly. I nursed her back to health and released her back into the wild. I also helped an orphaned raccoon. Once he was old enough to live on his own, I released him into the wild. The only pet I ever had was a gerbil. His name was Francis. Sadly, he passed after three years. Gerbils usually only live two years, so three is old for a gerbil. I always wanted a dog, but my father was allergic to them. I later learned that he wasn't the only one with allergies. One Christmas, I learned that I was highly allergic to pine. We had a beautiful pine mti as our krisimasi tree, but I had an allergic reaction. I became sick with a severe case of sinusitis, and I spent krisimasi in the hospital. Every krisimasi since then, we used fake trees. Despite the fact that I am the nurturer, getting people to like me wasn't always easy. I don't understand why. My teachers always alisema that I was the sweetest kid.
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It was June 1, 2018, Lola's twenty-first birthday. Her Marafiki were celebrating with her. As they were enjoying some cake, John asked, "What was your life like before wewe met your band mates, Lola?" She said, "It was okay, I guess." Peter asked, "Was it as tragic as Paul's?" She said, "Not really. It had its good and bad points. Are wewe sure wewe want me to talk about it?" Allen said, "Yes." Erin said, "You haven't really told us much about your childhood." Lola was apprehensive. Paul said, "It's all right. wewe can tell us." Carl said, "That's right. We're your friends." Lola smiled and said, "All right. I'll tell you."
Lola's Early Life
I was born on June 1, 1997. I was an only child. My parents only wanted one child. Growing up, I did wish I had a younger brother au sister so that I'd have somebody to play with. Despite the fact that I didn't have any younger siblings, I was very nurturing from a young age. One day, I found an injured bird. She was unable to fly. I nursed her back to health and released her back into the wild. I also helped an orphaned raccoon. Once he was old enough to live on his own, I released him into the wild. The only pet I ever had was a gerbil. His name was Francis. Sadly, he passed after three years. Gerbils usually only live two years, so three is old for a gerbil. I always wanted a dog, but my father was allergic to them. I later learned that he wasn't the only one with allergies. One Christmas, I learned that I was highly allergic to pine. We had a beautiful pine mti as our krisimasi tree, but I had an allergic reaction. I became sick with a severe case of sinusitis, and I spent krisimasi in the hospital. Every krisimasi since then, we used fake trees. Despite the fact that I am the nurturer, getting people to like me wasn't always easy. I don't understand why. My teachers always alisema that I was the sweetest kid.
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No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a mwaka and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad siku at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became zaidi frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only chanzo of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a mwaka and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad siku at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became zaidi frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only chanzo of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
