I am not an orphan... or am I?

Being raised with a single mom does suck sometimes. We get to see my friends with their dads and some of their dads looks like fun people... but when they get it a beating it can hurt a lot 🤣🤣. So this story is a funny one. The school has a special fund for orphans (for them orphans are considered kids without a dad since in this culture a dad is the provider of the house and when you don’t have a dad money can be tight) I was called to the teachers office one day and was presented my an envelope of money... the teacher say it was school money and if I want anything else... being the kid that I was I remember is never question when you get free money. I didn’t even ask why they gave it to me... all I know is... 💰 💰 I’m rich baby...and being that dumb kid that I was... I didn’t tell my mom... After a couple of weeks I was called again and I got some food...is not money but hey free food... most of them were raw materials so I had to give them to my mom. Mom said... “why are you getting this” and I said “I dunno”... the next day mom went to the school and ask the teacher I was given a bag of food... the teacher explain that they understand raising two kids alone was hard and the school does everything to make sure to take care of the orphans... (wait wait wait... hold up a minute... did you say orphans 🤯) the teacher say “yes”. My mom say where did you get that idea... it turns out that my brother (bless him) who was one year older and in a different class told his class teacher he was an orphan... well logically it’s true-ish 🤣🤣. We don’t have a dad... my mom was so embarrassed... and told the teachers we are not orphans... they are just kids of divorce... My mom gladly paid for the stuff and apparently they snitch that I got money so she had to pay for that too... back home my brother and me got a mouthful and we got to learn a new word “divorce”...

Kids do the strangest things

Warning: the story that you are about to hear may contain cruelty to humans and animals... but it such a funny story so I am going to tell it anyway

Well after all that sap... you’re probably wondering is my life a total mess... it is... but I do have some fun memories when I was young. After the divorce my mom took me to live with grandma. I don’t remember grandma that much. She died a year after that. I do remember she was a nice lady... feeds me all the time. My mom comes from a poor family. She was the youngest of 10 siblings (😳 I know right... it’s a lot) and they have to make ends meat everyday. She was lucky that all 9 of them pool their resources to let her go to school... which was a 3 kilometre hike from the house. My grandparents house is on top of a hill in a winding road. Only one car can pass at a time and there is no indoor plumbing... we have a well and a hole outside the house to do no 2.  

So during the time most of my uncles and aunts were all living in the same house. It was small so we had to cramp in a lot. Everyone has their own pillow..... ok ok hold up... where is the funny story... (I’m getting to that... be patience). We don’t have a kitchen... and a small fridge... so most of the cooking had to be done outside the house on an open fire... I’m like bear grylls here 🤣

Ok one day they were cooking and I was bored. So me and my brother decided to play let’s chase the chicks around. So both of us got down and run around the grass chasing the chicks... we were having so much fun.... cheep cheep cheep... innocent fun right... I said to my brother let’s corner them... we both corner them until the only way they could go is straight.... try to guess what it’s straight on.... I’ll wait 

Give up... it was a open fire from the cooking. So the chicks runs directly towards to open fire and I can hear chicks screaming in agony... my aunts and grandma screamed... and... my grandpa (more on him later) got out. He was a very fierce man... I’m scared of him... he shouted what happened... they told him... he went inside and got his shotgun (the one with the big hole in front... like Jumanji) fired a shot directly towards us.... I can only hear one word from my mom “RUN YOU FOOLS” (I added the you fools in there, sounded more like Gandalf... who is Gandalf... google it). We ran and ran and hide in the woods... my grandpa couldn’t chase us since we were very fast. We hid in the woods until it was around 8pm.... after that we heard my mom calling our names, we came out... she succeeded in calming my grandpa... this story is epic... they keep on bringing this up until now everytime I go back home... 🤣🤣🤣. I never regretted it... well poor chicks but still...

Next... no idea what’s next... 4 years old is almost done... I don’t remember what happen when I was 5. I’m sorry but I think I’ll tell the story about grandma passing...