Dad (and when I say dad I mean Zeus) kept his word. My mom got sick a couple of months after my 14th birthday.

No one knew exactly what she had. Every doctor told us that she has a liver tumor but the problem was that it kept growing back.

So every year I was with my mom, for a couple of months, in hospitals for surgery and treatment.

My father’s pantheon didn`t help me nor tried to answer my calls.

So, I was this almost 15 years old human girl with unbelievable bond powers, with  God knowledge and I couldn’t do anything for my human parents.

My father, Roby had a tough period with my mom’s sickness. And I suppose that the furies paid him a visit because we couldn’t get along.

You could have cut the pressure between us with a knife. We didn’t talk at all and everything that I’ve done, wasn’t good enough.

We were like enemies.


About Terry Zia

My name is Ressiya, but Ash calls me Rys, so Rys it is. I`m a human goddes who chose to live among humans. Somedays I hate it and somedays I find humans kind of little bit funny. Like ha-ha funny. I`m this perfect little thing who loves to laugh and has some interesting imaginary friends. I`m a little antisocial awkward, but that`s ok, not many people understand me and I don`t understand them most of the time, so not big issue here. Eventually I`m a goddess, right? But let`s not forget that while I`m a goddess, I`m also a blonde blue eyed bitch for humans, who`s used to have everything that she wants. I hate watching TV, I think that humans are mean and also I have hope for them. . So I will write about my adventures, because my human life it`s an adventure itself. Oh, and by the way, I hate human stupidity and most humans are stupid. I mean really, really stupid. Like mentally defective bird or chimp brain stupid.
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