Prologue
What a life it's been for a little girl named Dorothy. I belong to her, you see. I am her life, her blood, her center of all feeling, and her so-called "symbol of love". I exist in her, and so I am her. Besides me, I'm here to tell you the stories of her life, her ups and downs, and most importantly, how I was the thing that kept her going all the time. We'll start with her chubby years when she could only crawl on her knees and hands instead of walking on her two feet. As I said, she wasn't as slender as she is now, and spent most of her time eating, crying, and sleeping for 10 minutes at a time. These weren't her best years so let's start right in the middle, shall we?
Chapter 1 The not darkest of times
And so Dorothy was in Fort Worth, TX. Yes, yes, I know, I skipped over quite a bit, but I only have 5,000 characters to share a very interesting life with someone very eager to hear it! As I was saying, Dorothy went from the town of her birth (which should no means be called by any other name) to a much better place that she rather enjoyed compared to, let's just call it, Burth town. Here she could meet new friends, go to a school that would spark her love for writing, and reveal the many other interests she still has today. However, a year is a year, and an apartment is an apartment, and a snobby area is a snobby area, and they were gone. Off to a place called Mansfield TX, a place they hoped would show more diversity and character than the rich neighborhood of Tanglewood Fort Worth. That also concluded in negative ways, but before anything could be done about it, a virus, that has impacted everyone's lives all across the world occurred. They were stuck in Mansfield with nothing to do about it, so they stayed there for another year or so. Anyways, let me tell you about the "not darkest time" in Dorothy's life. The pandemic had hit, and everyone was worried, confused, and out of their minds practically. Not her family, though. Her dad, a tough 40 something-year-old polish man, and her mom, a strong and fun Irish woman, knew just how to handle the situation. This means that Dorothy didn't have that hard of a time not really being able to leave the house for a couple of months. And, considering that they were in Texas, the laws weren't as strict for things to remain closed, so they had no trouble going out for dinner and doing things of such sort. Yes, her family was impacted as well as every other family in the US, but Dorothy had things quite good at the time considering the other events that occurred throughout her life. She spent her time crafting, playing outside, and spending some time on online school. Occasionally, her school was back in person and she was able to see all of her friends again, but you know how the story goes. So she was not in Mansfield Texas anymore. She was on a five-day road trip through New Mexico, Arizona (including the grand canyon and petrified forest), and up through southern California. You guessed it, San Fransisco it was, and all is well so far for the little girl I've spent my time helping keep her warm and happy. It seems I have some room to tell you her previous stories in a short song, so how about I give it a go.
Chapter 2 The Darkest of Times:
As I mentioned in the chapter before this one, there was a place before Fort Worth Texas that I don't dare speak of. But life is a game of truth or dare so why not. The place is called Odessa Texas, which is nothing like how it might sound. It's a plethora of brown, stucco strip malls, run-down, graffitied buildings, true crime-like stories in the newspaper, and oil. The land was hot and dry, and any green plants there were obviously planted there by humans. It was covered in nothing but oil fields and was right in the heart of west texas, in between Mexico, New Mexico, and the rest of Texas. That should set the scene well enough for you, now I need to hurry on with her life before. Past her chubby stage, she was an alien, a boy, a dinosaur, a raccoon, and an outright wild card. She drew on everything she saw, flipped her nickname backward (to Tod), told everyone she knew she was from the moon and bit people ALOT. After that, she got a tiny bit less crazy but was still only in 1, 2, and 3rd grade, which means she still had an explanation to be wild. She was this way because of the situation she lived in. Poverty is what it was, no good food, no clothes that fit, no proper discipline, and many other things. She was abused in ways she shouldn't have been, but she has come so far, that's what really counts. No more dinners at 10 o'clock, no more boy clothes, no more sugar (and screen) addiction, and no more Burth Town. After all, how would I be here, writing what my heart tells me, and treating it like the utmost past? My story is one to remind you that the pleasures you can't see should be left to your heart to see and to always cherish life now because you never know what might be next for you.
