I was shamed.

I was shamed. The first I'd met Jeam I was five. I seriously took him for my uncle. Where I'd could know how much might I have they? I'd had got two them yet. One's from my mum and secondary's from my dad. Why souldn't be a third? I was five. I thought It had been better when more they have. Uncle Jeam was funny guy. He always gave me the gifts then he'd came. And he always smiled and laughed and throwed me up to the ceiling. I loved my uncle Jeam. When I'd got ten my parents died. I should to go to the foster family for the law. I didn't want. I wanted to live with my uncle Jeam but he'd disappeared. My new family took they eyes off when I asked about him. They mumbled uncertainly some words and even my ten-year brain grasped they'd lie. I might be insisted that but I didn't do that. Discretion is the greater part of valour. Three years passed than. I stayed in the first foster family as they'd only had three children. I was thirteen. I went to the best school in our district. I was the good in my class, but hadn't friends. What could I do the lessons had been more interesting the human's communities. I preferred the computer and news classes. I wanted to become a newsmeker. My comp-teacher always observed for my links. I couldn't ever was finding the things which had been interesting to me, only things she gave to the classwork. My family did this too. I liked my family but I'd still wanted find my uncle Jeam and lived with him. He was just my last blood relative I thought. But I was the smart girl. My I-Net skills was good and I found the way to do what I'd wanted. Jeam Birling never was my uncle. He became a horrible and disgusting person for me after than I found out about him. He was in a jail presently. The law and court said he is a fraudster. He'd ingratiated himself with some's family, became a friend almost the relative, got the inclusion in the last will and...then his accomplices made the accident. They got the inheritance and fleed. Their tuned system was broken by my dad. I didn't know why but they'd been hurry and done the great mistake. They were caught but it couldn't return my parents and other relatives. I was staying one. I was angry. I was angry to Jeam. I was angry to my parents. I was angry to my foster family too because they hadn't told me that earlier and themselves. My relationship started spoil. The quarrels was becoming endless. Thirteen years wasn't the age then the young person might discover those details of the death oh his family...then the faith in the human's soul was being distruction. In eighteen I left my foster family in that day. We just couldn't made the degree of our relationship high. I couldn't forgive their silence. They lowered the hands and just allowed me to live with them to the majority. And only I was thirty years I understood why they'd done that. But it was too late. I was always saying my son: "I know better what should you be know or do and not." I did the same things then my second family. I was shamed.