Sammi Mbogo

Sammi’s early life is pretty much a blur to her, though there are spots of clarity. She was born in Addis Ababa on a rainy saturday afternoon to two parents who were just too poor to support her. Sam can’t remember much, but she can still feel some memories to this day and suffers the trauma. She can recall the muscle memory of being pulled away from her mother, crying because deep down she knew it was the last time they would see each other. She remembers watching her parents give her the food that they needed more, she remembers the tears that welled in her father’s eyes when she left, she remembers learning he did it to be strong for she and her mother. They named her Samangartha, another name for mount everest which meant “Goddess of the universe,” because that was what she was to them. And luna, after the beautiful full moon, they believed it was the latin translation, the beautiful origin language of love

The reason she left was because she was being adopted by this family in america because her parents wanted the best  for her and it wasn’t something that they could provide. HOWEVER, these MOTHERTRUCKERS were actually really evil. They were a famous couple who thought that they were so cool for adopting all these foreign kids and they were rich or whatever but they were CRAP parents. Kids didn’t even like them that’s how off their vibes were but they still decided they wanted three of them. Sammi and her new siblings were TROUBLE. It wasn’t always their fault, however they did all miss their birth parents, and each spoke a language that the others could not understand, this alone kept the kids from speaking properly the whole time they were there.

Before she could even learn to properly speak english, her parents sent her back to africa because they didn’t want her anymore. She lost contact with her siblings who were her only friends and had to restart life back in Ethiopia.

When Sama reentered the threshold of the village again, rediscovered the scent of the small community they lived in, and entered her home again, Sammi was completely distraught to find that it was not her parent’s who waited for her in the tiny one room home. She wasn’t sure about coming back, they hadn’t seen each other in years, but finding out that there was nothing to come back to hurt more. She went all around the village asking if anyone had seen her parents, and an older woman told her that they were dead because of malaria.

And so, Sam spent a miserable six months in the outskirts of Addis Ababa before her social worker came looking for her. She was hungry, dirty, and full of grief even past the moment she was taken out of that exhausted field of flat land. Since then, she was adopted by the Land women and shown a whole new world. She was their first child and they loved her like no other. It did not take them long to go from Mrs Montgomeries to moms.

Although they were quite the catch, the Montgomery-lands also introduced Lu to a whole new world. All of a sudden she was famous or whatever and she had this whole community that loved her and largely influenced her culturally because of the large latin population! It made her really confident in herself, actually. They helped her alot with her introversion, all of a sudden she was super comfortable talking about anything with anyone! She had such a huge support group and she began to thrive. People got to see her confident, funny, intelligent self. It may have made her a bit arrogant but if it’s the price of her happiness then so be it.

When she got her siblings, Sammi was much less than pleased. Who were these new kids and why were they taking her mothers’ attention? She didn’t like either of them at first, but they’ve grown on her. Hera was really easy since shes super agreeable, and Atti is ,well, Atti. He’s a 14 year old boy, they weren’t designed to be easy going.