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Phần 1 (T17-20)

I was the only one I knew who had tutors from the first day he entered kindergarten.

I was the only kid I knew who went to ballet school, learned dance sport, studied French, English, learned modelling, studied piano and modeled pictures in first grade. In class, I was the shortest, always first in line when queuing up. My schedule is close to the minute every minute, rushing from class to class and one day ends at about twelve o'clock at night, when I have done my homework for the following week at school.

Thinking back to that time, I didn't know where I got my strength to do all sorts of things. I aced every subject in school. My mother used to take me for breakfast at the Paris Deli in 1999 when my friends were still picking their nose to eat rice, letting me let my long hair to my butt and playing piano for everyone to see. I was only allowed to wear skirts for five years when I was in First grade, and wherever I was not the best, I wouldn't go.

I do a lot, and really, I'm good at it all. But the only thing I love is dancing. I was nervous until the dance lesson, I loved the dance dress, I loved the daily pain of it. "Lie on your stomach, straighten your legs, the toilet paper is there, if you need to wipe your tears," the coach shouted. If anyone asks me what I want to be later, my answer is "dancer". I'm also a pro in real time, making a lot of money on the other side. Then, when I was ten years old, I was forced to take a break from dance, no matter how many tears I've lost or how much I got upset, simply because my mother was afraid I could not go to the University. 

I asked my mother:

- "Why is that so, Mom?"

- "Because you have to go to a good school to get a good job."

- "Why is that so, mom?"

- "Because you have to have a good job to be respected by everyone."

- "Why is that so, mom?"

- "Because of that."

I still don't understand why is it so. But, later on, I knew, my mother had not finished third grade yet. 

My parents are always proud of paying for my classes, and proud of never having to lay a finger on me and regardless i still did so well. Raising me super leisurely, my whole life two maids did everything, from cooking to buying my birthday gifts. Even the maids also go to the parents' meeting, the teachers are very angry because they have heard the name of my parents, the famous artist for many years but have never met. When I started secondary school, dad was so hilarious that he asked me if i was still third or fourth grade, right? 

I think the envious teachers are really jealous of me, just because my family has a pair of maids to go to the parents' meeting, and she has to pick on her own children every time after class. She always called home whenever my dad didn't make an appointment. My father did not pick up the phone. It took me a few years to think that maybe the homeroom's unrequited love for dad should have them acting like that, but why would any parents have to go to the parents' meeting once a year, why would anyone have time? If you call me, just ignore me, I live in the same house but my whole life can only eat meals (cooking sin) with Mom and Dad a few times.