There was a girl named kamaia .she is the only child of her parents. she turnd 16 last month, two days before her end term examination. she had waited so eagerly for that day to come. when she was 14 , she read a book titled 'sweet sixteen ', which made her realise that at sixteen, one is no longer a child, but an adult.

For as long as she could remember, she had always hated to be called a child.

To her child means the same as stupid. so children stuff never interested her. instead, she found her self drawn to grown up things. she felt more comfortable relating with people who are many years older than her. her father thought it was because of her size.

she is something you might describe as plus size. if you like, you could say she was plumb or chubby; but never say fat. she started wearing bras at 10 and at 14 she was already a size 16. her father would say "kamaia, don't be deceived by your size you are still a child, and enjoy being a child ."to this she would counter that she is not a child but an adult trapped in the body of a child . he would shake his head and give her mother along stare which she never understood.

'young adult' therefore, sounded like a comprise between being a child, as he father would insist, and being an adult as she would insist.

Her mother was a nurse. her father at the time she was born, he was a journalist. when she was in primary school he was Woking in public relations agency. He then went onto work for an international organisations that helps poor people in West Africa. when ever she asked him what exactly his job is in the organisation he would say it is still kind of public relations.

the very day she turned 16, she was home , she knew better than to expect any parties. her father believe that the only thing that worth celebrating was achievement.