God has put me here in this world as an individual. Even though I am created in his image and inherited my parents genealogy I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14).

As a child going to elementary I used to imagine, just by watching my classmates, what their lives must be like at home. I’d think maybe exactly like mine. It would only be confirmed to me the reality when I’d go for birthday parties or school projects; definitely their lives were nothing like my mine. I had brothers and sisters and some were only childs, I lived in an apartment and they lived in mansions and I was poor and some of them rich. It seemed to me that their lives were much more better than my own, considering I thought their lives were just like mine.

It was then the reality of myself living in a world created especially for me, hit me like a head on collision. My life was completely dysfunctional, when I believed it to be normal. My father left my mother, my mother left myself and siblings after my father left her when I was a baby; i don’t know her at all. He moved to Canada with another woman leaving his wife, my mother, pregnant and alone and when he got to Canada, he got that woman pregnant also who left him when she heard he had to come get his kids who was abandoned by his wife. My father loved women, lots of them all at the same time and he also like beating them (domestc violence). My siblings and I were passed around from our grandma to aunties until my father found a woman bold, patient, loving, caring and understanding to put up with him, his many children form different women and her one child and his verbal and physical abuse. This is just a summary of my world when I’d began to see and understand it as a small child and I believed it to be normal.

I could only imagine some of the untold stories about my parents lives leading up to my conception. I do believed that God had a plan in all the madness of those two worlds coming together. I also realized even though my siblings and I lived in the same so called world because we came from the same parents, both coming together as one seed planted, bloomed into a tree, we’ve all became individual branches with leaves. And this is how my world began individually. I have stories of my own when I woke up out of my childish imagination into adulthood reality.

My world began with being a branch, leaf, then a bud turn into a seed of my own.