Monday, July 30, 2012

Dear FAS

Everyone is given a curveball in life. My curveball is my FAS.
I have to live with it for the rest of my life.

I really don't know what to write today but I will let my heart write for me.



Dear FAS,

I don't love or hate you. You have made my life into a challenge for me.
I don't know if I want to keep you or get rid of you. Just like Katy Perry says, "This is a part of me."
I suppose you made me who I am today. That doesn't mean I don't fight against you every second of my life.
If I took you away what will I be? That is the scary part. A thousand questions poured into my mind just now.
Then I remembered something....
What is normal?
Everybody has their own viewing of the word normal.
Thus nothing is normal...
I am my own person..
Just like everybody else...
Normal can be a person wth a lot of tattoos...
or a person that loves kittens...
My normal is Cecilia with FAS
Its a part of me and my life...
Love me or hate me for it..
I didn't ask for it...
It came along with me just like a toy goes with a Happy Meal..
or a rose with thorns...
or it goes with me like Winnie the Pooh and honey...
or a duck with water....
That's all I have to say right now.

From,

Cecilia

Friday, April 27, 2012

A Boy Named Henry

On spring break, I was at another state. I was standing around with my parents when a boy stopped and shook my hand. I smiled at him and I asked him his name. He pointed to his shirt and it said (something) Henry. I didn't know if he knew but I had to dap my eyes a little after that meeting. He might have changed my life. I want to help people like us. I will not remove their problem but I will stick by them and be their friend. A boy named Henry made me leap to that choice. I will have to thank him for that. I also send an angel that night to watch over him. Thanks a bunch Henry! I will never forget our meeting..

Special is the new Normal

I haven't posted stuff in a while....Sorry about that. Anyway, I made a new friend through the internet. I will not give out the name but the sister of the person is Special. Being Special is ok. Nothing is wrong with being Special. I am one of these people. The way you can brighten up our day is just a simple smile or just stop and say hello. That's what I did to a girl who looked like she was about 13 years old a couple months ago. It was near Christmas time...my mom and I were at the mall. There was a girl standing next to a black bucket, (you know these buckets they leave money in,) I could tell she was one of us. I stood by and saw a stranger put some money in the bucket. The girl was sad that she didn't put it in. My mom gave me some money and I handed it the girl with a smile. She returned the smile and that made her and my day more special.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Bullies

Some people at my school think that I am a target for bullying.....They know who they are....Just stop....And stop messing with my friend too. My friend and I are both special. To the bullies; SHUT UP AND STOP BEING JERKS! (what I really want to say is that you are all being assholes.....(hope my mom doesn't see that) so stop being that......) I know after school is done I will be with a happy family and you bullies will be living in a box somewhere wishing that someone cared about you.....I tried being friendly and nice to my bullies but noooooo.....They used my kindness against me.....I know that when I see you bullies in the boxes...of course I will remember how much you made my freshman year at high school suck so bad....but I will give you guys money then say, "I am that girl you bullied in high school and the teacher was right about you living in boxes..."

Right now though if I saw you in boxes, I would just tell you, "......"

OMG, you bullies have caused me so much pain and embarrassment.....The weird looks you gave me in class.....the way you made fun of my laugh....the couple times you tried to get me to kiss your disgusting ringleader.......the winking and ........everything.......I don't know how I can ever forgive you and then moving on my friend in the same lunch and math class with me....It really made my blood boil when you made fun of him....Its not right and its not ok....Just stop!

Monday, February 6, 2012

My Difficulties with FAS

Most people will watch their parents open the car door and do it themselves. My mom knew something was amiss when she was in the car and I was still outside the car waiting for her to open the door. That day she knew I had something wrong with me. She didn't know what it was but she taught me how to open the car door. Math was also a problem for me. It wasn't until 7th grade until something finally clicked the lightbulb on in my brain about math. It might have been the way the teacher taught me or the tips she gave to me but my parents were proud of me that year and to this day, they adore that math teacher I had in 7th grade.

I won't Give my FAS Away

If I had a chance to make my FAS go away. I will make it stay. Its part of my life and its part of me. Without it I will be a whole different person. Sure, I might've been an expert at science, math, history, and these other subjects I have a weakness in. Instead due to my FAS, it gave me more information on writing stories and poems.

Monday, January 30, 2012

American Idol Interview

When I go on American Idol the two facts I want the judges to know are that I am adopted and I have FAS. I don't care if I make it to Hollywood, I want the whole world to know who and what I am. I am against drinking during pregnancy, I now am even more strongly against it. I am against the television shows about teen moms since my biological mother had me when she was only sixteen. I just need to get this all out even if it doesn't make sense. Most friends don't even know I have FAS. Now they will and they can either support me or leave me. I would rather be hated for what I am than loved for whom I'm not. I would love to thank all of the teachers in my school for supporting me.