My name is April,am married and I have two handsome sons. I grew up in a boarding house,though it was a 3-bedroom small apartment. We were ten children excluding my mum and her sister. My mum’s sister has a school and some of her busy friends brought their children over to stay while school was in session. The children went home for holidays,I stayed back with my mum when the holiday was short but when the holidays were long,I’d go to my grandmother’s place.
My dad died when I was quite little, my mum died two years ago.I learnt to do a lot since I was small because we all had our chores in the morning before going to school and in the evening after we came back from school.
Looking back at my childhood,I never acted out,I was always obedient and I had good grades. I had a positive outlook towards life. I made a promise to never smoke or do drugs.
Since my dad died quite early, and my mum didn’t remarry, I practically grew up with my mum and her sister. They were so strict,so many strict rules,and we were punished severely for violation of those rules. We were not allowed or couldn’t question their authority and we were made to adhere blindly to their expectation.
Though I turned out a good girl,no drugs, I was never comfortable,the house didn’t feel like a home,I was always longing for a better place,another setting.
I felt the only way I could really leave the house was by getting married.
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