- Family and Parenting
My Fairy Tale
Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you decide to see beyond the imperfections
Hello, my name is Daniella Christina Faith. My birthday is December 10, 2006 and today, my mommy decided that all you people in the Squidoo community can have the privilege of knowing me, too. I go to school where I have lots of friends, and I wear glasses which make me look really smart. My favourite things to do are draw, dance in my ballet class, and play Who Am I. First, we're going to start with a short quiz about me to see how much you're paying attention because I'm just that special.
I'm Chrissy, Daniella's mommy. Daniella's dad and I met in December 2005 at the little bar, downtown Oshawa, Ontario, I was working at. It was love at first sight. His name was Danny. He and I moved in together within the same week of us meeting. After less than a month we left the city together and started living at a homeless shelter in Peterborough, Ontario, where he had me out on the street panhandling. Once March 2006 came along we met a lady from a church who convinced us to get married. We had a small wedding (no friends or family) and took off to Edmonton, Alberta. I knew I was pregnant with Daniella instantly, when Danny and I were out there. We were in a terrible situation, living on the street in the middle of winter. We were starving, had nowhere to go, nobody to turn to and before we knew it, I was already five months along in my pregnancy, sitting at about 90 pounds. I was extremely unhealthy, horrified at what could be happening to my baby. Every single day of our lives was an adventure, and not in a good way. Every corner I turned, he was putting me in more and more danger, between gangs, guns, drugs, you name it.. Finally came the day where he up and left me. I had no idea where he was. I was scared, stranded and alone. A lady found me on the ground, took me into a restaurant, got me a juice, told me about herself, and took me into her home. I knew I could have put myself in danger that way but I had no other options, considering I was kicked out of every homeless shelter in and around the city. When we got to her house, she introduced me to her husband, called my family back in Ontario, let me shower, and gave me a change of clothes and my very first journal. That night was very long, as I just cried it out for the first time in a long time, waiting to find out what tomorrow was going to bring. At about 8 o'clock that morning, the lady came to me and asked me if I was ready to go. I didn't know what she was talking about but I didn't want to overstay my welcome so I just said, "Sure" . . . . .
We were back in her van, driving the same way we came from the day before. Pretty soon we arrived at the Greyhound Station, where she took me into the building, handed a cashier almost $600.00, waited with me, ticket in hand, and I was on a bus back to Ontario.
I got into my hometown after about 3-4 days and went to see my family.
I kept in contact, writing back and forth to this mysterious lady who saved my life until I was healthy again and had Daniella through c-section. I sent her pictures and one last letter. I never heard from her again.
I looked into it, wondering why she stopped writing, and heard that she had died.
Years have passed and I still think about her.
Throughout these years, Daniella has faced a lot of problems, from hip dysplasia, to possible autism, to developmental and motor skills issues, to wearing glasses now because of a lazy eye problem.
Back to Daniella
Well, none of it matters because i'm still just an all-around perfect little girl in my family's eyes. I've got a mommy, a grandma and grandpa and my cousins who love me. I met some of my real dad's family but they weren't very nice to me. I never met my real dad because he doesn't want to but i've talked to him on the phone and even that stopped. He's in Victoria, B.C. But I don't need him because I have a daddy-figure in my life who loves me. He's Mommy's husband. When I was still a baby I cried at any sight of a man but when I met Mommy's husband for the first time, he seemed nice so I played kind of shy in the beginning and grew to love him right away.
THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
. . . . . And we all lived Happily Ever After . . . . .