When baby Aira was born, her parents knew she was somewhat special. With her blonde hair and big blue eyes, Aira looked stunningly beautiful and many agreed that she resembled a doll.
Although she was still just a baby, her parents decided she should be part of commercials, so they took her to a number of modelling agencies, many of which were interested to work with her.
Almost overnight, photos of Aira flooded social media and people were convinced she wasn’t real but a photoshopped photo of a cute-looking toddler. But Aira was real, and she was dubbed one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
Sadly, her engagements with modelling robbed her of her childhood and everything kids her age did. She didn’t attend kindergarten and was in front of a camera most of the time.
However, as she reached five years of age, modelling agencies were no longer interested in her as she started resembling any child out there. She wasn’t invited to photoshoots and fashion shows.
These days, Aira is nine years old, and she still gets modelling gigs, but it is very rare.
She is active on social media, but there are no photos of her from her early days when she was dubbed doll-girl.
My Parents Didn’t Show up for My School Graduation
A few years ago, I graduated from school, a day I was incredibly proud of. I was excited to share this milestone with my family, especially my parents. However, their absence has haunted me ever since.
At the ceremony, I kept scanning the crowd for my mom and stepdad, convinced they were just running late. As names were called, I glanced around anxiously. Finally, it was my turn. I walked up to the stage, took my diploma, and forced a smile for the camera, still hoping to see them. But they never showed.
After the ceremony, I checked my phone and saw a message from my mom: “Sorry, we couldn’t make it. Something came up with your stepsister. We’ll celebrate later. Congrats!” I was devastated. Iris, my stepsister, had once again taken priority over me.
Justin, my prom date, and his family stepped in, showing me the support I desperately needed. Later, at home, I confronted my parents. My mom told me Iris had thrown a tantrum over a broken nail, and they had taken her to the salon. I couldn’t believe it. I packed my bags and left, staying with Justin’s family, who welcomed me.
Years later, I gave my parents another chance at my college graduation. But again, they didn’t show up. This time, it was because Iris had a pregnancy craving, and they got stuck in traffic while getting her cake. I realized nothing had changed. Justin found me afterward, and his support helped me get through it.
Looking back, I’ve learned that even when people let you down, their actions don’t define your worth. With Justin by my side, I know I can face any challenge.
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