How am I different? part 1. Growing up

First of all, it took me minutes to think of the right title. I typed 'why do I wanna grow up' then 'grow up' then 'honey, I...' then I went through my phone and twitted ''ohh creativity..come to me''. THEN, something just passed through my mind, I've always been told by others that I am so different than many teenagers. I agreed. So, I decided to put 'How am I different? part 1. Growing up' just incase I'm going to blog about my differences againts other teenagers, I added part 1.

Some teenagers hates school, hates chores, hates other things that I mostly don't. But most of all, teenagers hates growing up. They say, they wish they could turn back time and be a kid again. They hate responsibilities, problems, consequences, tough situations. They hate working, they hate waking up early in the morning, etc. TRUE!

I hate problems. who don't? But, I don't hate responsibilities, consequences, tough situations, waking up early, working, chores, etc. That is why I am different in so many levels. I am the first born daughter, my responsibilities are huge. I've always been ready to take the challenge. Even before I was a kid. My mother delivered me *delivered, lol* in 1995. Then my brother came along in 1996. So, even before he could talk, I could walk. My mom is a very strong woman. She could carry any burdens in life, mom's stories are one of the reasons why I have the strength to face any situations. Anyway, when I was 1 year old and my brother was 9 months old, I could walk and climb the stairs myself, not to mention unscareable.

So, it proves that I am strong enough to be a sister and a daughter that my parents and siblings could lean on. The story then begins. My life was never easy. When I was a little girl, we had no place to live so my father, my mother, I and my brother had to live under the same roof with my father's older brother. You could say that a small room was my house. Let's just say it that way. My dad had no job, my mom is a housewife. We eat canned foods, sometimes fried chickens but mostly canned foods like corned beef. My life was not as easy as it is now. I am very thankful to Allah for everything.

Not only we had to eat canned food, we had to survive. I know nothing about money, but I never complained about the life I had before this. I was innocent and everything I had in mind was playing and having fun. To think of it now, I hated myself. How could I be so selfish? How could I only think of playing and having fun while my parents are having a hard time? I was a kid, I understand. I just wish I could've done something. But I was a kid, the only reason why I wasn't as wise as now.

Then, in 1997. My mom gave birth to a beautiful little girl. She had complications. She passed away in 1997. She lived for 6 months, 6 weeks and 6 days. We went to Singapore for her operation and medication. Wehad to leave my brother with my father's siblings because we had not enough pocket money. Another story begins.

CONTINUE-PART 2