90 hours a week

One evening I sat at our backyard with my mum. I asked her to recall every single school and private lesson classes I had had in my whole life. Mum started digging up her memories. “You were almost 3 on the first time you went to school formally. Then you had this…that…this…that….”

I giggled looking at her recalling those classes, maybe she just realized how bloody costly raised me up. Raising me up is even more expensive than my elder sister. My sister said no when our parents offered her this and that. She wanted to have more free time and hung out with her peers. What I got now? I have bunch of documents and memories how I struggled when I was a kid.

I woke up at 5.30 and got ready to school. I left home around 6.30 at the latest. I was at school 7-2, continued by some extracurricular activities at school, got ready for my traditional dancing lesson, then departed for my private class. All activities had done at 9 to 9.30, and got home around 10. I went to school alone, got back home alone, and I hadn’t got my menarche yet at that moment.

Holly crap what have I done?