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In the event that you got asked me a week ago who I was, I would've told you I am Ilyana Marie Meyers. Today is my 18th Birthday. I am really the only little princess of Robert Meyers, a Jewish car salesman from New Jersey and Nancy Meyers, an Italian lawyer from Manhattan. I would let you know that I've a smaller version of my father's connected nasal area, my mother's tan skin area, courtesy of the long Florida summers, and a tall body, the hazel sight of my grandmother, and dark brown curls that are my own. I would tell you that we am a B average university student; as i sing, it resembles feral pet cats fighting with each other. My best good friend is my German Shepard Sasha. My room is actually chaos, I make extraordinary homemade pasta and my main goal in life is to visit university and get a inadequate anthropology degree and purposefully get stranded over a exotic island with a tall, dark, and handsome stranger that loves to read, write, sleep in, and sometimes sunbathe. But this is today now i am Ilyana Oksana Malakhova. I was followed from an orphanage in Ukraine as i was 3 years old. I've no thoughts of who I must say i am or who I even was in those days. But I have been told that we was left in the dumpster of any gas station as a new baby, found by the owner and turned over to a little orphanage with way too many children rather than enough food or clothes. I was almost followed numerous times by my first birthday, but every time someone came for me personally they backed out. On my third birthday a stranger arrived to the orphanage and told the employees to find any way they can to get rid of me, they told the workers that we was a bad omen, a risk to the planet. These were terrified; one even attempted to get rid of me in my sleep, but a single nurse had taken pity on me and immediately transferred me to the orphanage in Eastern Russia. A week later I was followed by the individuals I call Father and mother. It wasn't until a week ago that I learned the storyline of who I was - or who I am.
