Everyone thinks they know who you are so they judge. Let me tell you something, no one will ever understand an inch of what I go through every single day. It all commenced when my mother died and
took a pause as my life took a different turn, but it continued that one rainy August evening otherwise known as my 18th birthday.
In 1968, my father, Kan Ly at the age of 15 left Japan decided to fly out to London to escape his problems. There he met a Venezuelan man called Abaven who took him in and treated him as his
own son. Life was going great for my father, and one evening in 1974 Abaven recieved a phonecall that changed both their lives. It was a call from Venezuela which requested them both to catch the
first plane to Venezuela due to a family death. On the airplane to Venezuela, my father questioned whether it was the right thing for him to be doing due to the race difference, however Abaven
reassured him that his family were open and loving. And he was right. When they arrived, no one discriminated my father as they loved him and he loved them. The day of the funeral, the Yacobs', a
well respected Muslim Venezuelan family invited Abaven and my father to their house to discuss business and personal matters. Upon arrival, they were greeted by the youngest daughter in the family,
Emelinda who caught my father's eyes. He said that her eyes told a story only a real man would understand and that's why they describe their first meeting, love at first sight. February 1975 came
along where they both gained a life time partner as they married in my mother's childhood village, Sinamaica, and soon after they both eloped to Croydon in London where I, Alexa-Dayan Ly, was born.
After a few years of them playing happy families, life got tough. There was more arguements than there was hours in the day. There was more tension in the air than expected and all I wanted to do
was make everything right. So it was a evening in November 1980 where I faked an illness to get my mother out the house so my father could surprise her. She only went around the corner of our flat
to the local shop, but little did we know my father's past caught up with him and the love of his life had to pay.
When Abaven heard the news the next morning, he demanded we both had to be close to our family in Venezuela, and my father obeyed.
Abaven and his family, and my maternal family did everything they could to make sure I had a safe and normal childhood. And i did. That's where all the problems and negativity stopped in my life.
Or so I thought until my 18th birthday. That morning, I rose early and over the moon like any normal teenager would on their 18th birthday. My family, Abaven's family and the Yacobs',
prayed for me, differently, but for the same thing.
I was at my grandmother's cafe when a young, handsome male walked in and noticied me. He slowly walked towards the till and smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. "Just a coffee
please" he spoke with a foreign accent.
I smiled and ordered one of the workers behind me to make the best coffee in arabic. As I continued with paperwork, I felt his gaze on me. "Can I help you with anything else?" I asked, still
continuing with my paperwork.
"Not really. I'm just trying to understand you."
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