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12/31/2021 01:44 PM


daddy told me...

To understand her teenage life and what changed the way she would live forever, you’ll have to start from the start.

Henrietta Maria Cortez was born in Russia but remembers being born in U.S.A after many drugs set her off for years. Receiving a pen name her mother, Rosanna Oliviér Cortez or so she named her in her head, declared would be forgotten with her death, and it did: at least her father never mentioned what the name was. Clover was born into a somewhat financially struggling family but she was a bright girl. Clove managed to keep her grades high and sometimes fell into the “C“ average loop, but because she wanted a better life for her parents and for her than they raised her in, she changed those ways very quickly. Clove felt that there was no talent in her after finding out that she was diagnosed with anxiety and didn’t seem to think her brain could get her far if she had no willpower to complete her assignments. Instead, she recovered faster than anyone thought would be possible and with that she tried to better her voice by watching YouTube videos of singing lessons and at this time, she was performing gymnastics, with her mom being a chef and dad a real estate agent, they made it work.

Clover gained some momentum from the gymnastics she faced as a child and rooting for her in the bleachers was her father, picking her heart of the pain she lasted with from losing her mother, so, he was trying to bring betterment to her mood. She found resourcefulness in her ability to make friends and attended an elite college and found the connections to help her into dentistry. “I’m not a burden on myself, I’m a burden on my fears,” was her father’s motto every time she backed out from attempting the Olympics where she was requested several times.

The way her mother was lost was to a war between their families, a familial war affiliation. There was also step in against the hardest gang in California on her mother’s part through sneaking the connections behind the enemy family's back, and her mother's knowledge of her husband's infidelities lead to her affair with a member of such a gang. When she was found out to not continue their relationship because of her husband, he had her executed, something Clove had seen with her very own eyes at fourteen. At one point, Clove had claimed the title of stripper with her favorite song being Pacify Her, thinking that she would turn on the married men who she told “you don’t love her, stop lying with those words.” After Clove realized that death shouldn't drive her to be a person her mother never would have wanted, she vowed to focus only on college, to quit stripping and become successful. Only her father knew about the stripping and he later came out with it to her that he was proud of her choice to do better than that choice. Something that she regrets more than almost sleeping with those men is potentially ruining marriages or relationships, but she thinks the worst is over now. She also doesn’t tell anyone about the event that her mom died and how it all happened. She doesn’t even mention the stripping phase because at that point, she was hiding herself and only her father knows at this point and is happy with her decision to keep it a secret because he doesn’t want that title for his perfect gymnast daughter. When Spellman college was finished with, her father was already ready with the key to the dusty castle, an old family owned building from her ancestors that she reopened and called Animal Homecoming Foundation, a name her father thought funny, but it quickly picked up because of the building’s history. California, the castle's location, the place she wanted to be to avenge her mother, that just lead her to the dark path instead.

Henrietta came across more than she bargained for when she came to California. What you see on the big screens isn't half of what the almost most beautiful place in the world is about. California is the biggest known human trafficking point, statewide. After California trafficking, she was read a lie that she was sent into adoption, where the party came in and ...the guy.

She sighed, glancing over a shoulder to set her eyes on her best friend. "Hey babe, are we still going to go home after? I don't want to sleep out tonight. I feel safer in my bed sheets." Flowed, her personality carried through the gas stop, a man watching her a quarter of twelve feet away. Her end was not long ahead, from the lavish, wild lifestyle she carried at this seventeen year old college age.

"I'm so done. Gonna get laid." The first sentence, gotten followed with a wink as she drift into the second set of words, Henrietta flung her body to the crowd, away from her friend. She ended up with a blonde man, he took her to a quiet place, was romantic. Eventually, Melanie felt abandoned by her party companion and told Henriette she's heading out with a group, "I was invited to a bonfire, with a couple people. You're okay right? Yeah, you're okay?" Henrietta acknowledged she was fine, a head nod, being as alcohol free as anyone could.

Unbecoming, in her final moment in this life, was the fight with the new boyfriend she met at the party. Dainty, blonde hair skipped as she went to his car, back to a room. After the fight the previous night, she woke up in the loft room, a black trash bag carried over her head; she screamed.

Beautiful endings, in the back of a food delivery truck. Children's smiles, considering a soul never to be inside and instead their favorite fruits trucked alongside their mother's Jeep, but many souls rested in here. Only to their wildest dreams unseen, women were beaten from fighting back to escape or pale, or just fine in that truck. Barely fine, more in dead weights than fine.

Henrietta, born December twenty-fifth, dancing blonde hair, right to her forehead, she was gentle, she was beautiful. Melanie was the last friend to see her alive, upbeat, and she claimed the blonde boy she met that night as her boyfriend. Silly, silly girl. ne, more in dead weights than fine.

Henrietta, born December twenty-fifth, dancing blonde hair, right to her forehead, she was gentle, she was beautiful. Melanie was the last friend to see her alive, upbeat, and she claimed the blonde boy she met that night as her boyfriend. Silly, silly girl.

Firstly, Henrietta Maria Cortez's mother's name is Brandi Love. Hopefully, to forget how famous her mother is, she used her father's last name. After thinking her mother dead, it turns out that she wasn't. It was a case of working in Brandi's elite business situation, in order to pay her debt to her gang lover for trying to break it off with him, that she enjoys what she does today, in the elite business.

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