African Family

once several time ago, I used to live in a African family of four children. Three boys and one

girl. I was the only girl of that family. In African family, girls are not suppose to go to school. They just

have to be a good housekeeping. Take care of everything at home and prepare the meal for

everybody. Stay at home and just take care of everything in house was not right for my father because in

addition to that, he wanted me to be a doctor of our family. He treated me differently and apart from my

brothers since I was a little child. I felt isolated in the middle of my brother and frustrated by my father

because everything for him was only me. Its was like he was living for me and just for me. I had no room

for error because he put all his hope on me like he used to say. I had no time to play with other child of

my age. No right to stay with my brother because I was a girl and girls stay with girls; boys stay with

boys. Even if I tried to stay with them, they will bother me and try to always make me cry. I was so

lonely and sad.

I was a only daughter or only girl of my father. Being a only daughter for my father would

guide me to be a doctor. This circumstance force me to be sad and lonely. Since I was a little child, my father treated me as an unhappy princess. Everything for him was me. He used to give me everything I wanted but, I had no room

for error. I used to have a schedule that I had to follow every days. He used to bring me in library

every days. As a little girl, I had to read one book related with science every week and tell him what

the book was about. At the age of seven years, I knew how to read everything even journal. I was

reading more than girls of my age. I didn't have friends with who I can play. All that because my

dad didn't want me to play around with friends and was my time for nothing. I was so mad all the

time and frustrated. I could not have time to enjoy myself because my father will always remind me

that a future doctor have to spend their time for doing research and something benefit. When

arrived in high school, my father was more severe with me than before. He was the one who use to

drop me at school and find me after school. I didn't have time to enjoy myself or discuss on

something whit my classmates. For my father, time was something with which you should not joke.

You had to use every second preciously. My schedule was that I had no time to do something else

than cook and study. Every days when I was in high school, I had to wake up at 5h, prepare the

breakfast for everybody and get ready to go to school. after classes, my father came find me and go

with me to the library cause I had to do some more research in science books. After that, we will go

home and I had to assist my mom in the kitchen. After after finish cooking, I had to go and take my

shower and came back for the dinner. After we finish eating, I have to wash the dishes and get ready

for study. When I finish study, my dad asked me questions about lessons of the day to make sure

that I have study very well. When I was not able to answer questions properly, he asked me to go

and