I was six years old, an age they believed I was mature and strong enough to be able to trek for one and a half hours to the village where the next available school is located.

You must be kidding me 😱... One and a half hours??? If I were the one, hating school would be an understatement. Now I see why you never liked the idea of going to school not when your little mind drifts to the amount of fun your friends would be having back at home.

But now, you can't even dare to compare yourself to those friends who weren't enrolled in school cause the difference would be strikingly clear. All thanks to your lovely parents 🥰.