christina milian...that's me
--The moonlight beamed down upon her golden tanned face as she gazed up at the night sky. Her leg lifted, resting upon the other as she rested her elbows on the table that was on the small balcony outside of her bedroom window. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she recalled a few incidents that had taken place during the past few weeks. All important, and having their own significance, one event seemed to stick out in her clouded mind.--
Well…
I am back, after a nice break that I really really needed. I have spent my time off with my family. It was good to see everyone, and get back to Waldorf to see a few childhood friends. Virginia is a trip though, I’ll tell you that much right now. So strange to go from Los friggin’ Angeles to Waldorf…my hometown. Talk about culture shock. Everything has definitely been a major learning experience that has truly made me appreciate everything that I have…or had at one time.
I was able to see the old apartment that I lived in with my Mom and my sisters. We moved there immediately after my Mother and Father divorced, it was a scary time. After he left, the money just…vanished. We were basically left with nothing and had to build our lives back up. I started working at age 14, hopping from job to job as a babysitter, waitress, usher, grass-cutter…you name it I did it. As long as it helped my mom take care of all of us…I was more than happy to help. I was able to go into my old bedroom. My sisters and I shared it…-she sighed, looking down at the floor…feeling some tears begin to fill up her eyes, her fingers delicately wiping them away before she rests them back on the keys- I used to sit in there, and stay up with my notebook in one hand and my pen in the other. I would have my knees pulled up to my chest…writing down lyrics, poems, and whatever else came into my mind. The divorce didn’t really affect me that much because they weren’t happy together. What affected me was that my father just left his daughters and basically never looked back. But I’m okay, I’m DEFINITELY okay…
I ran into an old friend from my childhood. Andrew...was probably my first puppy love experience. He was my first kiss, my first date…and that’s it. I never got into that whole physical thing when we were younger…and he respected that and respected me for it. We had an understanding and more importantly a friendship. After I got my record deal, our relationship basically became a long distance friendship. When you’re that young and have someone you think you are the only two people in the world…but we were young. Anyways, when I saw him it was different. I think we both thought that we would have some feelings or something. We met up at his house and I got to see his mom and his family…it was nice. We went for a walk and talked about old times and basically found out that we are two different people. It was great to see him though…but it really just put things into perspective for me. I realized that my life here in L.A is me. All of it…is completely me. The person I have become has been shaped by everything I have been through in my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
To know that I can make money, and support my family and give my Mother a break from her crazy life is truly an amazing feeling. The best feeling in the world is to give back to someone who has bent over backwards to make sure that you had a good home with food on the table everyday. I am truly blessed and loved, and for that I am thankful…Mommy I love you with all of my heart.
Well…
I am back, after a nice break that I really really needed. I have spent my time off with my family. It was good to see everyone, and get back to Waldorf to see a few childhood friends. Virginia is a trip though, I’ll tell you that much right now. So strange to go from Los friggin’ Angeles to Waldorf…my hometown. Talk about culture shock. Everything has definitely been a major learning experience that has truly made me appreciate everything that I have…or had at one time.
I was able to see the old apartment that I lived in with my Mom and my sisters. We moved there immediately after my Mother and Father divorced, it was a scary time. After he left, the money just…vanished. We were basically left with nothing and had to build our lives back up. I started working at age 14, hopping from job to job as a babysitter, waitress, usher, grass-cutter…you name it I did it. As long as it helped my mom take care of all of us…I was more than happy to help. I was able to go into my old bedroom. My sisters and I shared it…-she sighed, looking down at the floor…feeling some tears begin to fill up her eyes, her fingers delicately wiping them away before she rests them back on the keys- I used to sit in there, and stay up with my notebook in one hand and my pen in the other. I would have my knees pulled up to my chest…writing down lyrics, poems, and whatever else came into my mind. The divorce didn’t really affect me that much because they weren’t happy together. What affected me was that my father just left his daughters and basically never looked back. But I’m okay, I’m DEFINITELY okay…
I ran into an old friend from my childhood. Andrew...was probably my first puppy love experience. He was my first kiss, my first date…and that’s it. I never got into that whole physical thing when we were younger…and he respected that and respected me for it. We had an understanding and more importantly a friendship. After I got my record deal, our relationship basically became a long distance friendship. When you’re that young and have someone you think you are the only two people in the world…but we were young. Anyways, when I saw him it was different. I think we both thought that we would have some feelings or something. We met up at his house and I got to see his mom and his family…it was nice. We went for a walk and talked about old times and basically found out that we are two different people. It was great to see him though…but it really just put things into perspective for me. I realized that my life here in L.A is me. All of it…is completely me. The person I have become has been shaped by everything I have been through in my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
To know that I can make money, and support my family and give my Mother a break from her crazy life is truly an amazing feeling. The best feeling in the world is to give back to someone who has bent over backwards to make sure that you had a good home with food on the table everyday. I am truly blessed and loved, and for that I am thankful…Mommy I love you with all of my heart.