The Story of My Life

My story began 28 years ago in one of the Riga’s maternity hospitals. It was shiny morning and one of the happiest days in my parent’s life. Finally they got the child they so desperately wanted. For some days I didn’t have a name as my mother couldn’t decide which one fits me better, but then she chose XXXX, witch means “hope.”
As all the rest children at the age of two years I went to the kinder garden. It was one of the best child institutions in our area. There we had not only games, but also intensive course of English and Mathematics. So after graduating the kinder garden I was already ahead a lot of my contemporaries.…