Growing up with my sibling, we never got to have the good things of life...even the normal things were hard to get.
We weren't average, but we weren't too poor either. We were in the middle of average and poor.
There were times when we starved, when we didn't get to eat three square meals a day, and so on. But at least, our parents tried to send us to schools which they could afford.
..Schools that weren't too good, but weren't bad either, just average.
And that was how it kept on going until I lost both my parents and only sister to an accident then fell into the hands of my wicked uncle.
"What about you? What is the financial status of your family? What was it like while growing up?". She threw the same question at me.
I had a feeling she was going to ask me the same question, and my feeling was accurate...
Now, I don't plan on telling her in full detail what it was like while growing up...but I was going to tell her some though.
