The language my family speaks isn’t love or anything else heartwarming; we speak uncouth language in the name of A1s. The more number of A1s you score, the better your command of the language is. That was when my self-esteem dipped to its lowest pit. Do you know how depressing it is when people compare you to those who perform much better and you end up feeling like a loser? I knew I didn’t want that to last and so I set my mind on proving myself to all of them. All of those who despised me. Who’d knew I’d top my level two years in a row? That’s when the language was no more a problem for me. Because straight A’s were printed on the slips in my report book.

I read this from her blog and realised that that was really the case.
All THEY ever cared about was results... all THEY only cared about and called me to talk about was my exams, my results, streaming..bla bla. the only topics we could talk about was exams, school, results...

I'm blessed that my parents love me as i am... as who i am. I'm blessed that my parents encourages and supports me no matter what i do.

I'm blessed. Thank You, Lord.