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Waking up at 05:00am , was a must. Just one minute late, could cause a set back to my schedule. There's just strangely much to do and apparently not sufficient hours in the day to do so.

My morning routine was simple. Wake up, get ready, and take orders from my mother. That was the way of life, and that's how it was throughout the world.

I imagined a different life. One with an overflow of knowledge, being independent and not having to just do what elders say.

My mother has so called, being preparing me my whole life, as she says it.

Once I got ready, I always started with making breakfast for my family, which included my mother, father and baby brother, and then it was off to cleaning the kitchen. My dad would go to work, and my mum's job was to inspect me the entire day, picking out faults and failure in every task I'm doing. Sometimes I wondered why not help me instead of just complaining, but dare I ask and it will mean punishment.

My mum also took care of my baby brother, he was just 7 years old, and he never did a chore in his life.

Life was straight forward in the most brutal way possible for being an object called "female". You're born and the doctor announces "you've given birth to a girl" I could only wish I could see the disappointment on my parents faces. You're then given a name, mine was April. April Standof. Named after the month of April.

Soon after birth, you have some time to be free and do nothing considering you can not walk, talk or simply understand anything humans are saying. Those years were probably the best days of my life. I could not imagine having no duties or responsibilities , and the thought of my mother caring for me, stunned me.

The moment you learn to speak and start to understand is the very instant you are yanked into your purpose as a women, your duties and responsibilities. When I was 6 I could clean, cook, wash clothes and essentially do everything a grown women would. That was the "norm" for me.

By 10, I was fully trained to doing everything an elder would say without question. I could do anything. By 11, I completed an actual training for women. I even picked up a liking for reading, which was considered pointless for someone of my gender, so that was done privately. By 15, I was curious to go "live with an extremely rich family" as my mother would say it. I imagine this meant I could go to school. Just like the boys did and the women from wealthy families.

In just a day, I would turn 16 and my life would change for the better, hopefully. I could not wait to see life from the eyes of the wealthy. Every time I thought about it, adrenaline rushed through my entire body. I wondered if they would like me. What would they think about me?

It was just around noon, and I was tidying up the lounge. I was in a buzz, from the fear of the unknown tomorrow holds, my hand unknowingly tipped over a toy of my baby brother's which was placed on the edge of a small table placed in the middle of our lounge. I closed my eyes in annoyance at myself.

"Where is your head today April ?" My mother asked the moment the toy landed on the ground.

"I'm sorry Mum, it was a mistake" I said apologetically.

"There's no time for mistakes! You can't mess up." mum said in anger You know how important tomorrow is" she added.

"yes mum, it won't happen again" I said looking down in embarrassment.