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Part 3

I was the only kid that had a tutor from the first day that i started kindergarten.

I was also the only kid that i know of that went to ballet, sport dance, learned French, English, MC, piano and modelled when i was in first grade. In every class i was always the smallest one always standing in the front. My days were always fully packed from one class running to another one and one day usually ended around midnight after finishing all the homework from school.

Thinking back i have no idea from where did i get that kins of energy to do all of that because i was excellent at every one of them. My mother often took me for breakfast to Paris Deli in year 1999, while all of my peers were eating rice at home i was sitting there with my flowy long hair playing piano for everyone to admire. I was only allowed to wear dresses when i was in elementary school and whenever i went somewhere and wasn't the best at something there the next time i couldn't go there anymore.

I did a lot of things and the truth is i was good at everything. But the only thing that i was weaker at was dancing. I was excited before my dancing classes, i loved my dancing attire and i even loved the pain i felt after every class. „Put your head down, straighten your legs, here is the toilet paper take it and wipe your tears with it," my teacher always shouted. Later when someone will ask me what kind of artist do i want to become my answer will be a dancer. I was really a professional for a while and made some money from it. So when i was ten years old my mother made me quit which resulted in many pools of tears simply because she was scared that it would affect my studies to get into college. I asked my mother:-- Why is that mother?-Because you have to get into a good school to have a good job.-Why is that mother?-Because you need to have a good job so everyone would respect you.-Why is that mother?-- Because it be like that.And i still don't understand why it is like that. But later i will know that my mother didn't finished even her third grade.

My parents were always proud that they paid money for every of my class and proud that i was always good at every one of them without them having to intervene in. Taking care of me was easy, we had two maids that did everything from cooking our meals to buying birthday presents. They even went to my parent class meetings and my teacher was really mad about it because she knew that my father was a popular artist but she never got to meet him. When i was in my fifth grade my father was in a good mood and asked me if i was in third or fourth grade?I think that my teacher was jealous of us just because we had our maids that went to parent class meetings while she had to pick her kid for herself after her classes ended. She always called home whenever she couldn't made an appointment with my father. My father never even picked up the phone. For a few years i thought to myself that she had unrequited love for my father because what kind of parents have time to go to parent class meetings once every year? If she called i ignored it because even if i lived with my parents i have also only sat and ate a meal with them only for a few times in my life.