|Farah|
People keep on comparing me with my Mom, Dad, and brother. Yes, when they hear our last name, they will expect someone who’s smart and a person who excels so much in school. Who I’m not… why? Because they believe that I am so slow when it comes to academics. My mother usually sends me to a tutorial school every weekend to help me understand my lesson. Unlike my brother, I am not included in the top list of our school, I am even fighting for the last spot! Goodness, a black sheep indeed! Well, at least no pressure was given to me.
“It’s okay, Farah. Maybe you’re not just comfortable with your study habits that’s why you had a difficult time understanding the lesson. When I was in high school, I—“ my mom has already repeated that story almost a hundred times already.
