I was born in 10th August, 1991. My mom use to tell that I don't cry much instead I smile to everyone cheerfully. My grandmom calls me a beautiful little angel who doesn't give worries to parents. Ohh, yes! They give my name as Leo.

I was born in a country where the weather is always hot, people from Europe usually don't know my country. I use to tell them as the country near Thailand.

Even though my country is so hot, my family possesses fair complexion unlike others, also I am the fairest person in my family. Back then I was so small and my nick-name was squarrow. I thought that name was cute.

My mom was very poor when she was young, also my father either. My grandmother from father side was the third wife of the household but it wasn't strange at that period. Men can marry women as long as they are capable of providing their food and shelter. My father's family are clever in academics even though they are poor, they have good IQ. Also my father's mom, my grandmom is a warm person to her children.

My Mom's family life road was rough, my grandfather was a driver of the truck and my grandmother was a housewife. My Mom's have nine siblings, since they are poor family, this is huge amount of people for sure. They quarrelled each other everyday because they don't have enough food.

Also my grandmother is a rough person, she curses at her own children, she doesn't think cursing is a bad thing because she was used to it. Thefore, my mother is good at cursing too. Also, no one can stop her if she is angry, she can't see anything at that time. My mom is the second daughter of the family. As a elder, she sacrifices her education, she missed her last year of highschool for youngers.

She came alone and work in the main city at the age of 18, she married with a man, not my father. They had one son together. One night, they had big fights , of course they use force to each other. Both of them got injuries, as I said before my mom is a very sensitive person and can easily angry, she divorced him. She brought her son, my brother, with her and went back to grandmother.

She searched for work again. This time, she met good people and got work at BBQ restaurant. During national holidays, she travelled to beach, famous in my country for pearls. She then meets my father at that place.

My mom is a naughty person, she had many boyfriends but her advantage is that she is so attractive and pretty, men can't take their eyes off from her, my father is one of them too. My father deeply fall in love with her, when my mom back to work after holidays, he came along and propose her. My father is 10years older than my mom. But he thought this was true love and waited for her more than 3years.

Finally, he received my mom's love and married her.

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My parents married in 1980, my father provided food and shelter for both my mom and brother, even though brother is not his own son, he treated him really well until he died.

Later, their own daughter my sister was born, she was 3 years older than me. Then, Finally, I was born.

I was born as a normal child, as I was so small, my parents called me sparrow. I thought that name was cute. While my mom gave birth, my father can't stay beside her. My dad was hospitalized because of his disease, diabetes. He had to remove two bones from his back. However, he came to see me at the age of five months.

My brother protected and cared me during my young ages, the ages difference between my brother and me is over 10 years, so he loved the young me very much. He took me to my first primiray school by his bicycle, while luch time started, he brought luch box from home and come to my school.

My brother had asthma and weak kidneys, his body started to appear darken, he has to drink water properly every day. His legs have dark circle injuries and my mom said it can be infected so tell the young me to careful and stay away from my brother. Also at that time, my brother attended the final year of highschool and need to get nice marks for entrance examination. So, he went to private school which had hostel.

For my sister, we were only three years differ from each other, so she didn't like me, she thought I stole anything away from her, even more, she hated me and hit me when I was unable to fight back.

One year later, my brother came back to home after his examination, he still took me to my school everyday, along the way, he teased me and I pull his hairs, our days were beautiful at that time. We were innocent and no harm.

My dad could stay at home with family at that time too, he left from home in the morning for his work, he did his own business, and came back home in the evening. I was so clingy to dad and he loved me the most in the family.

My mom is a rude mom to us, she shouted and hit me whenever she feel tired of houseworks, without reasons, I had been hit by her a lot. She cursed to die even though I was so young. But sometimes she treated so nice and kind to us, so even though I was angry before, if her good side appeared, I forgot hurt time.

By the way, I still remembered one accident, at that day my family moved to a flat, may be my ages of 5years. I had a four-wheels bicycle, olders were busy with moving things, they neglected me and I was so bored. So I rode my bicycle inside the new flat, accidently I hit the mirror which is tall as much as my dad. My mom was so angry of my negligence and hit me until my nosebleed fall.

I was so frightened and couldn't talk for a few days, later my mom presuade with food and I forgave the incidents. My dad didn't know that case even if he knew he couldn't tell anything to me to stop her hitting habit. He was afraid of her, too.

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During my youth days, my parents quarrel almost three times in a week. No! I should say it's more like my mom beats my dad.

Sometimes my dad wants to share some income to his poor siblings but my mom didn't agree instead she swears "You **** me and not them, why are they supposed to get your money?" Even as a young girl, I know that is so harsh and rude but no one can talk back. I feel pity to my father.

Although she uses violence a lot, she is so gentle towards us sometimes. That's why it's difficult to hate her all the time. At those times, I remember the sayings "Mom will be mom." We wanna kill her evil but we can't.

Our family believes in Buddhism. Unlike other household, we go to pagodas at night because my dad had to work till evening. However not all pagoda memories are not beautiful during my childhood. My parents quarrel in public and as children we were so shy.

The most obvious one is the fight in front of the zoo. While we head back to home from pagoda, my father started the conversation that he wants to give his little brother and sister a little money and new clothes. Actually he wants to discuss it with mom, he wanted trust. My mom refused to understand. She started to swear loudly inside the car and me,my brother and sister hide our heads from people, they can see us outside from the car.

My dad didn't say anything back, it made my mom more angry. She gets out from the car and run towards the centre of street by shouting "I'm still alive and you wanna give everything to your siblings. You don't look back your family, your mother fucker. I'll divorce you."

If I were my dad, I would left her and drive home.

However, My dad chose to call her back, she pulled his hair, slapped and swear at the gate of zoo, a police officer came and stopped the fight.

We didn't come out from the car, it's so shameful at that time. They conflict last for too long.

So, My brother leads to home by walking and holding me and my sister's hand since it's not ending sooner. That scence is still obvious on my mind.

When I was 12, I was busy with my studies and I can't see my mom all the time. So she can't scold me for too long.

Normally, she swear to me, "**** your dad,bitch. If you wanna talk me back, get out from my house. Don't eat my food. You're useless and stupid. Get out from my house and be a slut for your living." I hate that times.

One night, I had a strange dream, my dad was killed by a thief in my dream. After two months, he was died by diabetes, at the age of 53. I was 12 and my mom was 43.

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