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A couple of billionaires adopted me but they’re raising me poor... they don’t share anything with me
My life has been a roller coaster from birth. You may think that my story is unrealistic but everything I’m about to tell you is true.
When I was about five months old, an old man, Mr. O Sullivan, found me on his porch when he was going outside to feed his cat. I was in a cardboard box wrapped in a blanket. I wasn’t crying or anything – just looking around.
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You might be thinking that he called the police immediately and tried to get rid of me as soon as possible – but he didn’t do that. He decided that he’d try to take care of me himself and whenever anyone asked, he told them that I was his granddaughter. He named me Julia, after his long lost wife.
As I grew up, he told me lots of interesting stories about his hometown in Ireland. I went to bed dreaming about leprechauns, fairies and all the cool mythical creatures I was convinced lived there. I called him grandpa my whole life, until I was about ten years old. He decided to tell me the truth about where I came from.
“So you don’t know who my parents are?”
“No. And they never came searching for you either. I always thought that they’d show up here one day but that never happened. I suppose they had some kind of difficulty and they just couldn’t take care of you. But don’t worry, I’ll always make sure that you’re happy and well taken care of.”
I was grateful for him, but still sad.
Then, I experienced the most depressing and heartbreaking thing that ever happened to me. When I was fifteen years old and Mr. O’Sullivan was ninety, he passed away peacefully in his sleep. I was all alone and I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified of going to some kind of orphanage or to a foster care with people I didn’t know.
I called the police and they showed up at my house with an ambulance. My dear Mr. O’ Sullivan was taken away and I was interviewed. I decided that I had to tell them the truth and while I was doing that, some neighbors were passing and decided to listen too.
“So you’re not his real granddaughter? He found you on the porch?” one of them
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