A disappointment from day one -- they had planned for six children. They wanted the girls at the beginning...
So, Klarina arrived in Spring 1917. Two years earlier, a miscarriage had occurred and this was significant. It meant that Miah would actually be the seventh child -- and magical to boot.
Klarina, around 1920, was followed by twins (a bonus and a blessing in their eyes) in the Winter Season and during a snowstorm. Karla and Kylie did not survive the birthing process and lived a grand total of one hour and a half. Kylie surviving the longest but perishing still in the end.
Mick showed up in blazing hot weather of July in 1925 and was gone a few seconds after taking is first breath. Jeremiah was the next one they were hoping for. It took five years for him to show himself -- sadly 1930 came and the rest is history. Miah was here to stay.
However, she would pay dearly all her life... By the time she arrived, Klarina was a teenager who couldn't care less about a baby girl -- who would become the punching bag for the release of all her frustrations.
From 1936, death arrived swiftly to members of Miah's family -- her grand uncle died in November. A man who appreciated Miah's huge knowledge of words and called her a walking encyclopaedia. The only thing he loved her for was the fact that she helped him win months in a row, at the Crossword Club he attended.
She would accompany him to these evenings and silent-as-the-grave she would help him complete the winning Crosswords. Five every nights. When his 'Last Will and Testament' was read nothing, zero, zilch was left for our poor wee Miah. Everyone else did...
In July of 1939, her grand father who had regalled her with stories of the future while reading his Farmer's Almanac and spoiled her daily with gifts and promises of good tidings. For all the good she received from him. One awful night was all it took and grand father was gone forever from her young life...
Miah received a reprieve (a blessing in disguise) in Spring of 1943. War was raging on and that was difficult on its own, but as her family's seat was in the country, the horrors of this conflict was not as bad as everyone else experienced.
The grand mother who berated her for being the devil's child and abused her vebally daily, as well as burning the lining of her mouth on the same basis with Hot Sauce on her dummy -- finally died. It was a loss for everyone else but for Miah, it meant that things to come would be quieter.
The last Yultide in December of 43, she found herself in a flood of tears when her father who loved her more than life itself and she considered her world, did the traditional family blessings at Yule's Eve. He asked her what was the matter.
She replied, "I wish you would stop doing these Papa... I know that we are truly lucky that your job meant that you are not on the War's Front dying along with everyone else in this senseless and needless battle, but I feel in every fibre of my being that something horrible will happen in the New Year..."
He expected she would expand her explanation, but she fell silent. On the day of love in early 1944, her Papa left suddenly and unexpectedly... She felt her heart breaking forever... Three days after he passed, he came to her in the night... "Don't be sad, my wee Miah. Good things are coming your way... a decade away, that is all I will say... Blessed be my magical Miah..." and his ghostly figure disappeared.
Even though that she had Klarina, her brother-in-law and a cute-as-a-button nephew outside and her mother inside. Life was no bed of roses... for Miah!
School had been sheer torture. She was the victim of bullies all through primary and secondary. She learned a lot and earned certificates upon certificates and loads of A's but she physically paid the price for each and everyone of them.
She was glad and overjoyed the day came that it was the last in these infernal buildings known as schools.
... MORE COMING SOON...