BELIEVED TO BE CURSED!!!!?

Ann will be my name. Born of normal parents and believed to be living a normal life until it felt like a***e. Just like my siblings I was a normal child and knew I had to be punished and face the law of my parents whenever I did something that did not please them. Growing up I was the child who would be sent and do everything around the house despite being a third born of a family of 6. I understood because my elder brother couldn't do a lot of feminine stuff while my elder sister, being born prematurely was considered sickly and weak. I somehow took over the role of a firstborn at a very tender age. As early as 5 years I could make dinner and all kinds of meals for my family, and do other adult chores so I got used to the fact that if I did not do it, nobody else would. My mother was strong and she could have easily managed this but again I thought maybe she was too tired to do everything by herself. I could say, that I grew up in a narcissistic family where I was considered to do everything else and help out in everything that was being done. Being young and unaware of my position, I couldn't notice how discriminated against my siblings. I therefore decided to adjust and do everything just as my parents and siblings wanted, at one point I even believed I was ugly that's why I was seen as different. Despite all that I respected everyone and felt like I deserved the a***e at that time. Young and innocent not knowing what was going on, I kept my innocence even when I was punished for my sister's mistakes. It was always my fault because she was an angel to my parents. A child's soul has no hatred, it's pure and obedient, I forgot all that and kept trying to fit in. School-going age was here and I was going to school sometimes, as in most cases I did not complete my parent's chores on time, but I went anyway. Sometimes late. Got punished at school for that too. This made me believe I was a bad kid everywhere but I managed to live with it. School attire was mandatory for every pupil, but I remember being punished too for having torn, old-school uniforms, unlike my siblings whose uniforms were either new or well-repaired before they went to school. The discrimination kept on and I never understood, all I felt was, that I was a bad kid and needed to be punished. At one point my parents would quarrel and my mom would end up taking her elder kids and the younger one and flee for safety, but always left me behind. During those times I did not go to school or find proper eating, so I had to find other means to take care of myself as young as I was, starting from looking for casual jobs for money, to starting a small agribusiness of reading fouls. I had to take care of me, as young as I was. All this went on until it became part of my life, it got worse when I got pregnant with my first child, a son. Stay tuned for Episode 2