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LIFE STORY: Hi, my name’s Kirsty Kim Ng. I’m twenty four years old and I grew up in Switzerland. My father was raised in Malaysia, but he’s Chinese and my mother’s Swiss-Italian. But, I was born in London England, where my parents met each other. Unfortunately I can’t speak Italian, or Chinese because of several circumstances. I’ve got two sisters; Natasha, she’s twenty eight and a dancer in a musical named “Space Dream” which is quite common in Switzerland and Nadja she’s thirteen and my half-sister of my paternal sides. When I was two years old my parents separated and my mom decided to move back to Switzerland. Loving and caring about us, my father left his wishes behind and followed us. It was difficult for my mother getting a new job after twenty years of absence. So we where relied on the state for awhile and found shelter with different cultures in a block of flats. I will never forget the experience of living with all those foreigners with different backgrounds in these blocks. Discussing about all the world and his mother, you could here the Italians loud arguing. Compassing out the next cheap trick you could see the Turkish boys puzzling and the erstwhile Jugoslavien were still waging a war against each other. Nathalie, was the name of my first friend. Having a marvelous Barbie-bike, which was why I extremely envied her. Often, we were playing tag or arranging flowers in the garden. That’s also how our first little business began. Selling our bouquet of flowers to the neighbors. Of course not for money, but we received some very tasty goodies. Our first day of school was fast approaching and we were excited. Tragically, Nathalie wasn..t there. On the journey to their vacation she and her family were involved in an accident, after that, she disappeared. I heard some rumor about her, that she lost her family through the crash and lived from then on with her grandparents. Finally my mother found a job and we moved to a better apartment but within the same village. Where we also got two new family members: angora cats, named “Peter and Tina”. Peter was my cuddle cat, he was a fast friend and followed me at every turn I made. At that time, my mother became very busy and she left us often alone at home. So my elder sister Natasha took over the function as a mom, till she understandably, had enough of it. Most of the time I was alone at home, that involved a lot of advantages: I could cook by the age of seven years, do whatever I would like to, regrettably including homework and watching every movie on television I wanted to. That must have been the reason why I was a total coward when it came about watching a horror film. Sadly, the future didn..t look better. Experiencing the most boring time in my life, by the reason of eating just chips and candies, I had a lack of vitamins and had to remain in the hospital for a view days. My mother started a new relationship with a scary looking guy, skinny, very tall and a frightening bass voice that made my hair on the back of my neck stand up. Once again, we moved, but together into a single family house, where I almost never set eyes on my mother neither on her boyfriend. Forgotten us, it went so far, that my sister and I didn’t have anything to eat, licking out the nutella glass because there was nothing else left. Amusing, while having a flashback with my sister, but also sad. Knowing then already that this was not the right way to grow up. I tried to walk away from home. Packing my ballet-skirt and telling my mom with puffy eyes that I will leave and never return. She was just maundering something drowsily. Up to the swing at my neighbors playground, was how far I got. After hours of seesawing, the question crossed my mind: “ where am I supposed to stay now?” Disappointed, I went back home when the sun went down. Arriving late back at home nobody was there and neither did they noticed it. Years passed by and the situation of my mother got worse. Losing everything, including her weird boyfriend, she was getting into bad personal matters and we almost fell into a homeless existence. By the age of fourteen, I made me an ultimatum up, and as a resolution after gathering inquiries I went with my trunk to the family-government agency. Disbelieving me, they classified me as a rude girl and sent me into a children’s home. Because these kind of situations were unusual for a country like Switzerland and very uncommon. My mother’s indifferences and not appearing at any disciplinary hearings, made my counselor believe me and also the inquiries of the police assessed the occurrences. That’s how I uncovered the incidents and got a clue of what my mother was doing during the time she wasn’t there for us. Therefore, they apologized and even allowed me to choose my foster family by myself. Christa replaced my mother from then on. She was my foster mother and I was the oldest of ten fosterlings. To settle in and to keep on rules was hard for me, because that wasn’t normal for me: I didn’t have any boarders before; except the ones I made on myself. But I knew that it wasn’t amiss and I should get along with that. Living on her own and being over eighteen, my sister Natasha got placed into an apartment. Thenceforward I’ve been raised like a normal teen. I finished my school and graduated an apprenticeship for fashion and design. Spending six years of my live in the foster family was a good way of learning how to live a normal live and gave me a lot of beautiful memories. After my graduation, my sister and I tried to rebuild our family over moving to our fathers place and settled down. Luckily, I found immediately a job in an English, multiple shop called Accessorize at the airport in Zurich. Although the shifts there were exhausting, I worked there for two years. From a shop assistant they promoted me to a merchandiser and later to a store manager. Additionally, I went to a cosmetic school to become a beautician. Once in an evening, I was busy because I was sewing a Shirt. As a birthday present. There set in a girl, who I didn’t noticed primarily. Waiting at the cash point, she raised up her head and said “hi”. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Exactly the same face I had in my memories about Nathalie. Starring at each other, I gathered the courage to ask “Nathalie” With her dimpled cheeks she answered “yes”.value="myid=10944920&path=2008/07/15&mycol or=CCD6E3&mycolor2=BF75BA&mycolor3=330723&autopl ay=true&rand=0&f=4&vol=100&pat=0" />


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