Hey its me Marly again. I think its time to start my first chapter now. And yes that little baby is me! Funny how small we are when we are born. And thats exactly what i wanted to talk about. The absolute beginning. My birth, in this chapter i will give you brief taste of my first years on this earth. Fasten your seatbelts because here we go!
0 years
The day was March 17th 1997 when i was born in a village called Asten, located at The Netherlands. My mother Jacqueline a blonde woman with blue eyes took about eight hours to conceive me. With my father André by her side. They decided to call me Marly Maria Louisa Loomans. I was born a little too early, bit too small for a baby, and a lack of oxygen due to the umbilical cord being wrapped around my neck. But hey i survived! My mom told me i cried a lot, during the days, weeks, months who followed, i kept screaming my parents awake by my endless crying. My zodiac sign was a pisces, sensetive haha. Well i sure was!
1-2 years
I learned to walk even before i turned one year old, and the same ment for talking. My mom said it was quite exceptional. One of my first words were Cheese and Boobs apparently (the last one was my dads fault). During this period my mother got pregnant with my soon to be little baby brother. We moved to another village called Ommel, and lived in a very large house. When i was two years old, the little thing joined the earth! His name was Bart, yet i called him baker for some reason. Kids right haha. He was a heavy little boy and he barely cried. Yet he was adorable and smiled a lot. I loved my new baby brother. During these years i was a bit mischievous aswell. I kept playing hide and seek in the closet, throwing every object out of it and hiding there. I was always lost in the house. Either that or i managed to get tictacs stuck in my nose or ears. My moms hands were full of me.
3-4 years
The first extraordinary thing happened. My grandmother (Thea) whom always loved me dearly had passed away because of a heart attack. My parents took me to the house where her body was preserved, just for one last look. But i wasn't sad, of course not. I was a little kid not knowing what death was. So when the family members where drinking coffee in the livingroom, i sneaked away... Towards the bedroom where grandma laid. I climbed on top of the bed and told her stories, showed her drawings i made. When my father went looking for me and saw this he was very suprised but touched. She wasn't dead to me. The year passed and i grew to be a happy little girl. I played a lot, got lost a lot. (Really my mom had to put a collar around my wrist because i ran away too much). I always went to look for adventures. Played odd little games. Loved shiny stuff and crystals. Yes from my fourth year things got really interesting. My uncle, a very wise man. Told me about the power of crystals and how special they were. From that day on i started to collect them. They were my greatest treasures. He also tended to give me stuff with fairies on them. Which i loved just as much as the crystals. From then on the Grandfather (Gerard) from my moms side of the family started to teach me about Jesus and god. Just simple teachings nothing more. When i went to bed i was never able to sleep... every night when the lights were turned of i kept seeing the same thing. A spirit, a ghost hanging in the upper corner of my room. Waiting watching me. Crying every night so my mom could shoo it away. Sometimes i saw red eyes appearing from within the shadows. But those were just child imaginations right? Right.....? During school i was a little princess, a leader of all the children in my class. And loved by the teachers. Although i might have been a bit weird. I loved cats a lot and tended to act like a cat towards the teachers. Not really normal behaviour actually. Super weird.
5-6 years
This is where it gets really interesting and maybe a bit odd too. All of a sudden i started to talk about angels and death. About heaven and spirits. My mom thought it was scary, a little girl like that shouldn't say or even think such things! She was terrified and forbid me to look at anything heaven or angel related stuff. One day a teacher came up to my mother and told her i was a very unique special kid. They called those special unique kids "new age children". Since then my mom got more understanding and did some research on these "new age children" by reading books and asking information from said teacher. When i was six years old we went on a journey with my whole family towards Scotland. The country who touched my being and my soul. Fields full of green as far as the eyes could reach. Mountains, powerfull and standing there in all their beauty. The little rivers flowing softly through the highlands, salmons swimming up the stream to lay their eggs. Sheep and scottish highlanders blocking the road everytime we rode upon the country roads, away, or towards our little holiday cottage. The sky during the night, filled with millions of stars. The Milkyway, in a way i had never seen it at The Netherlands. It was mesmerizing. Scotland was and is still the place where my heart belongs. And i knew it even from when i was a little kid. The castles i visited. The cliffs i climbed while my mother yelled for me to get the hell down from there. It was perfect. On our way back towards The Netherlands my parents had a heavy fight in the car. It was absolutely horrible i still remember it very well. Me and my little brother kept silent for the whole journey. Once back, not many weeks later we received the sad news that the father of my father died. My Grandpa (Jan). The man was too young in my opinion, but his cancer didn't care about age. When he was laying on a hospital bed in his house. Still alive but barely moving, still talking though. The whole family around me was crying. My little brother was messing around and running around the room. I didn't get why they were crying, but because it seemed normal to do, i decided to join them. My grandpa, always making jokes till his last breath. But that wasn't the last thing he did. No. He sang, he sang before he died. Avé Maria he sang. With his weak creaky voice he sang. He sang as if it was his last life goal to fullfill on this earth. To sing was his dying word.
7 years
The year where it all started, the real beginning of everything. I might have been around for seven years by that time. Life started when i was this old. When everything changed and my happy little world turned into a normal spinning earth. And everything that was happy turned into something painful to me. It started when i was diagnosed with autism. My father thought i was the autism and not my own personality. I still saw beings in my room. This time it were mostly needles comming out of the walls. That made my mom decide to change my room in a more calming style. I agreed to that of course, i really wanted to sleep! My mom however seemed less and less happy everyday. Lots of fights with my dad and soon the news came. Divorce. My parents wanted a divorce. And thats what they got, a lot had been going on between the two of them. But i will get back to that in a later chapter. Me and my brother were devastated. This ment we had to move, go to another school. And our family? Our little family, was no more. From a young age i learned that love wasn't forever. And let me tell you, that was very confronting. This was a new beginning for the three of us. Me, my brother and my mom. My father moved out soon after. I would still see him. This is the end of the first chapter. But the beginning of the next. My legacy....
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