The Number One Princess

Her mother, while loving and caring to her children, was the ruthless and cunning, Hayee Hellcat, Queen Ramala. Queen Ramala, with the help of her Butchers, took over of tribal lands, forming her own kingdom, called the House of Ra. Her father, the Butcher Dan the Destroyer, was the womanizing Heathen King of Ra. The King won battles for his Queen, while always finding time for his own personal adventures. Named after her mother, the Ra, Ramala was the first born girl to the King and Queen of Ra. She, along with her sibling, were taught and trained by her mother in survival techniques, as well as Ruling protocol. This was done to insure their survival, in a time of tribal warfare, when most everyone would do whatever it took to become the next Ruling clan. Little Ramala loved the way her mother ordered people around and wanted to do the same. Having to live with some of the most unruly sibling, in the history of siblings, Little Ramala used ruling protocol to help her deal with them. After getting positive results, she quickly used ruling protocol on maids, servants and anyone else she could. Little Ramala was a daddy's girl and was spoiled by her father. Every little girl is a princess in her father's eyes. Living and growing up in a warring society, where she witnessed treachery, deceit, murder and mayhem, young Ramala quickly learned the ways of the world. Using the motley crew of her siblings, along with everything she learned from her mother, young Ramala decided to let everyone know that, after what they did for their Queen, they were expected to do what she wanted, after that. Everyone quickly learned, until she became Queen, she was the Number One Princess.

I was born and mostly raised in Cleveland, Ohio. Being the third of seven children, it was tough dealing with everyone's personality, as well as my own. It's amazing how you're thrown together with these other little people and expected to get along, perfectly, for the rest of your lives. As in most families, it wasn't perfect. Over time, I learned to cope with all of my siblings, cousins and other family members on a level that suited each of us. That led me to watch other families and to see if mine was the only one, I could consider, a little strange. What I found out was that the one thing everyone has in common is family members that weren't perfect and some that thought they were. Even if they didn't get along, they always had that bond, being a family member. All families are different in their own way. That's why, although it's not normal, this story is about family. One thing we all have in common is family. Another thing we have in common is that we are all humans. For all the closeness family brings, there's always difficult family situations that test us all. It's the fact that we're family that helps us make it through those tough situations. Hopefully as humans, although we all have differences, just like all families, we can learn to find that common ground of being human and work from that point, forward.