"i love my four girls"

That is probably a very strange title for a blog post but I think it has a really interesting story to go with and once you've reached the end, you will agree that it was a good title!

We used to move around a lot, even when my older sister lived with us but she moved out of the house at the age of seventeen so it was usually just my mom, younger sister and I.

In the picture above, my mom had just gotten back from church and was almost mad at us because we didn't go so we asked her if we could take pictures to make her bond with us and forget about the church story.

My mom had gotten a Samsung A5 from the people she worked for about a year ago and I must say that, was the fanciest phone we had ever had. Janet and I could not keep our hands off of it, it was more of a house phone than it was my mom's.

We took pictures every chance we got, sometimes my mom would ignore us and other times she scolded the hell out of us, anyway, it was still OUR phone lol.

That is Janet and I right before we went to school, we would 'steal' the phone from my mom's bedside table and sneak around in the house taking pictures. I guess my mom eventually found out about this but she got tired of repeating herself and we were just being stubborn!

Anyway, back to the title. So mom got the phone before my prom and she allowed me to have at on me on the night of my prom, it was amazing. I took so many amazing pictures with my friends and partied the night away. I did guide the phone with my life though because , come on, it was really important to us even if it was just a phone.

Weeks after prom, mom's phone started having issues and on a Tuesday evening it just shutdown. We did not know what to do but we were all sad, very sad. At the time we didn't even have the money to fix the phone so that thought didn't occur to us. It was a really bad time for us three because that was how we connected with everyone else. I had a phone too but it wasn't a smart phone so I couldn't do research on it or anything.

We prayed, hoped and believed that a miracle would happen and that it would switch on. My mom scolded us and said that we used the phone while it was charging so we must've ruined it's battery. Oc's boyfriend who knew stuff about phones took it with him but couldn't look at it since he got busy at work so we were doomed.

About three days later while Janet trying to get the phone to charge, it suddenly switched on and the atmosphere in the house turned from dull to fireworks, we were happy. My mom told us to let it charge to the fullest before we used it and that time we listened, actually.

Reality hit us when we switched the phone on and realized that it had reset itself, nothing was in there. No contacts, no music and no photos. Just good old Samsung apps, that was more depressive than the phone not working at all.I cried because I knew that I didn't create back-up, I had been thinking about it the last couple of weeks but I just never got to it, it was so sad.

Then and there I decided that I was gonna open up a Gmail account for my mom and create back up, I had been using my Gmail and so didn't think it was necessary to enable back-up. Well, I learned the hard way and this is where the title of this piece comes in.

I had to come up with a password and one my mom would remember but one that was not so obvious and I thought long and hard until I came to the conclusion that my mom had four girls(three but I included my sister's baby) and that was a nice strong password with numbers and capital letters, after I mixed it up. Mind you, the password has been changed as of now haha!

P.S An article from my memo!

hearts, Queen.