This post is based on memories of when I was a secondary school student

I was the only kid who wore homemade shorts that has an elastic waistband. The shorts were made from recycled material from my mother's  white nurse  uniforms.

Being held by an elastic waistband the shorts was easily pulled off. Other kids would run up to me from behind, pull off my shorts and run off. 🏃

To make matters worse, I was probably the only one who did not have 🩲 underwear.  So at an age where I had pubic hair I get publicly exposed in school.

If I had come from a poor family that cannot afford to buy proper shorts and underwear for me, it would have been accepted by me

But that was not the case. My elder brother who was just one year older than me had proper shorts and underwear. He gets new clothes whereas I get  clothes used by him or my younger cousin (I am small sized) or children of my mother's friends.

I was the child in the family who was told that I was picked up from a rubbish  dump. I was smaller sized than my siblings and darker🌚 complexioned and so was different from them.  🤷🧒

I was also an unplanned child who was conceived about 4 months after delivery by cesarian section of my elder brother.

My sister🤷 was the first born and the only daughter while my brother 🧒 was the eldest son or heir of the family

(to be continued - see "Why I Like Apricot Jam")