In my family, I am the youngest. I have always been content with the way I tried doing a variety of things in my own way. I never ask for assistance, since I have been raised to believe that I could do any task given to me on my own. Even so, being the youngest member of the family, I enjoyed having those privileges to be pampered. I remember the times when my dad arrived home late at night from his factory job, or if I saw my bade papa; I would cry at random and beg them to spoil me. I was so notorious that I found it odd that my older brothers were being beaten up, hehe! I also remember how other students used to stare at me with odd eyes when I went to school. Still, I never gave a shit! Whenever someone asked if I would like help in tying my laces or sharpening pencil, my conscience used to tell me ‘no’ right away. Looking back, I realised that I was one of those kids who could tie my own laces quite early, when other kids were still learning how to do it.
