I had lived a nice life. I had a home and a little family who loved me. I did well in school, well, my old school. I used to have a lot of friends there. All in all, I had lived a nice life.
Well, apart from the fact that my parents deserted me.
And in the end I never saw my Aunt and beloved cousin again.
And the love of my life could not save me as I plummeted into the dark shadows of the Atlantic Ocean.
Where I began, I ended.
It was the life cycle of irony. My first memory was of the quilted gray sky, and so was my last. Though, at the end, the sky was floating further away from me. And further. And further. Until all I could see was the stars twinkling in my eyes, waiting for me to join them.