Once upon a time there was a girl born in a hospital on 21-02-2002. An interesting fact? She was not an only child, before her there were 2 other girls. The child was wanted by the parents, but the older sister? No, not this one. He felt that his place had been stolen and, to try to remedy it, he tried to donate his sister to the neighbor. A small aside, HE REALLY TRIED. Fortunately, the child was recovered. Thanks to the neighbor who returned it. 
In the early years, the others began to be curious, after all, the girl had curly brown hair and her mother had straight black hair. The father? Well, the father was bald. Another small one aside, the girl was just like her father, people just like to talk.  

  A beautiful day BUMMMMM , news. Can you guess? I tell. ONE SISTER, one more. So adding up to four. The factory closed.
  The child grew up, as is usual for children, but the girl did not like to play with barbies, pretend she had a restaurant or create an imaginary friend. Do not. The girl liked papers and pencils. Color the floor, furniture and walls. A great game, the mother loved it, I assure you. SPOILER (I believe the child's professional tendency could already be seen here.)

  A few years later, school arrived. The girl loved it, I believe that someone was about to be born who liked school more than she did, since she CRYED during the holidays. SPOILER (this DEFINITELY didn't last that long). The first cycle passed, as did the second and third. The girl was no longer such a girl and the time has come to make a choice. the long-awaited choice of course.
The artistic trend was there, the psych tests gave art, she WANTED art. But do you know what she did? Chose science. SCIENCE. Fortunately, the error was noticed after two years (in science and in economics). And finally the young woman went into the arts. And well, I'm the young lady, Raquel Ramos, in the 12th year of Visual Arts, a pleasure.