"I began this story from the end" After writing the first two paragraphs I tore it and tried again and again. Tears rushing down my face each time I completed a sentence.Thing is, I am not the type of strong not to break into tears each time I read or write about a story like mine. Rather, I always try to find a way out of bitterness or being broken for too long, hence, I tore it again and again until I figured I could just type and post without having to write it on a paper. I could just share the fun part of my story and let the rest where it is. I can wipe this tears and write this if I am allowed to introduce grandpa.
I DON'T KNOW ME FOR REAL, but people usually say if you see "Ette Eko" you see cynthia
Cynthia is the fun type. And what makes her happy is making others happy. I try to put a smile on the faces of everyone I come across, Even if i can't make them smile, No, they just have to smile. So let me tell you how i enjoyed spending more time with my grand parents than anyone else. This will sure make you smile. Amen
Ette Eko as he is fondly called, the head master who's grammar is always uncalled for. If there are complaints in Heaven of a black man causing chaos with his grammar, I'd just know exactly who it is. He is beautiful, people usually say if you see me, you see him. The resemblance is striking. In character and in physical appearance. I am just a female version of him.
He is vibrant and energetic amid troubles. He smiles like his life depended on it. He is determined and hard working. He is generous and kind. He is simple and easy going. Everyone loves him, He loves everyone. He is very funny yet wise. He likes to follow rules only, I'm sure he wouldn't even follow 
I began this story from here. See the first two paragraphs that i tore
I never got to know who I am. Parents would not give me a chance to. Tell me what you know about having your parents sleeping on separate beds for many years. Not talking to each other, not even a stare.
No job for pop, no shame, just pride.....
I can't type this anymore... when you see Ette Eko you see me.
does untalented mean I can't spell my own name again?
