There is always that feeling of joy, protection and warmth when you get up in a familiar environment. You know you are going to see familiar faces and nothing could go wrong. 13year old Emasora has always had this feeling for as long as she could remember. She would be woken each morning by her junior brother with him pulling on her hair and jumping on her back. He didn't understand why she and mom decided to keep all that hair that would always hurt to maintain. He couldn't stand the pain it caused to comb his short hair talk less of theirs. She would wake up to the smell of delicious breakfast from downstairs each morning. She knew by this time her dad was off to work and her elder brother was surely seating at the table eating as fast as he could. He had always been so time conscious and did everything possible to be in class 30minutes early before school starts. She had a very lovely family but there were things she didn't quit understand. Like she didn't get why her parents decided to space them so much. Her older brother was 20, she was 13 and her younger brother 8. She didn't like the fact that her brother was old enough to do things like partying with his friends, staying out late and even having a phone while all she got was a set of rules to be followed strictly. She didn't understand why her parents both worked so hard but couldn't give her everything she wanted but her neighbors didn't seem to do much but had everything and more. And most especially she was hoping someone would explain to her why her junior brother could play and disturb so much without ever getting tired. He would run around pushing down stuff, eating anything he could find, chasing the chickens in the back yard and with all his busy schedule he would still find time to go through her stuff and pull her hair constantly. Emasora would think of all this stuff while seating on her bed and deep down in her heart she would wish she could get up in a certain young ladies bodies in the house next to hers. She desperately wanted to taste life with no boundaries and limits set on what she could or couldn't do. She wanted to wake up knowing that each time she walked the streets she would steal all the attention and would be untouchable. She wanted to be able to have everything she desired with just a click of a hand. She wanted men begging to be with her and the luxury of chosing whom to be with and when but never belonging to any of them. With this imagination Emasora could be found smiling to herself but this sweet fantasy always disappeared with her mom's loud voice " young lady you better get down here before i make you". With that sentence she would come back to her reality and with a frown go down stairs for breakfast fast. Emasora would look at her surrounding and still feel grateful because at least she had a home, family that loved her and the basic necessities. She knew of many who didn't have any of what she had and this thought always brought warmth to her heart.