Misfortune and Love Cursed Child

I was named after my mother as she was named after hers. It was a bit of a tradition in our family. We always had the same name. And if we had sisters they would be named the same thing. It was a bit annoying because we would just have numbers that said which one was which. I was the 89th Curse in the family. My sister was the 91st. When I say curse I mean both that our names were curse and that we are the curse.
But see, I have a special curse. The number 89 was always the lucky number in the family. But I think it was an extra curse for me, only because my family is selfless, they believed me to be lucky. They assumed that if anyone were around them for too long then they would become cursed. So they sent me away.
They sent me away to an orphanage when I was 2 years old. The orphanage that I stayed in was one of the best. People got adopted all the time. But I never had any time to get to know any of them that way.
Only a month after I was put in the orphanage I was adopted. It had to be these really rich people that lived so very far away from everyone else. I started going to a rich people school when I was 5 years old. I was very pretty as a kid so everyone avoided me. No one wanted to talk to the “born lucky” one. Apparently I hadn’t worked for anything in my life. Just because I was pretty.
My life has always been like this. I was so lucky in other people’s perspectives. But in mine, it was a life of mistakes and misfortune — a curse.