Sticks And Spells For A Princess' Love
PROLOGUES

I was listening to murotals from my life, I wasn't thinking about who my family was - even though I could search the internet, then track down who had dumped me in the hospital. Right now I'm sitting in a wheelchair. The clock shows the number eight, I'm breathing artificial oxygen that the hospital bought.

I'm jealous of the people I see in my bedroom window, they don't follow my parents' advice while the adopted me wants to have biological parents.

Surely I thank God for having good foster parents.

Others should be happy to have a complete parent, a complete body.

I knew that if I didn't have a weak heart and a nervous breakdown, I would yell at the people walking in front of my house right in front of the fence. Life in Jakarta makes me very crowded, the rain rarely falls. At ten the doctors Audrey and Steven will check on me. The heat that dominates the rainy season in Jakarta makes me sad, when many opportunities to live and with my beloved family make my wounds and illness take away my young age.