Wednesday, October 7, 2009

and I believed him.

my first year here in Hollywood:

eight years old, trying to run away back to Romania. away. away from stiff families - away from a house full of maids.
but our driver finds my tiny body wandering on Sunset Blvd the next day and brings me back home.
my sisters looked pale; mother got another wrinkle ; only the maids cried.

give it some time, kiddo, said my father. you'll love it here.

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