ALEXANDRA (AS A PERSON THINKS SO IS SHE…) PART 1

My name is Alexandra Oba. People call me Alex. I don’t like talking about my family because they were not very good people. Only my sister. She was also not a good person but later she started to love me. I wanted to be a nurse because I loved the white uniform. It always looked clean and smart. I dreamt everyday of me wearing it and walking around in a big hospital and a white folder in one arm. I often wondered how long I would have to be in school before that dream come through. I had told mum many times and she didn’t think someone as ugly as me was good enough to be a nurse. I was fat. Huge eyes. Continue reading