My name is Pers, and I'm the middle son from a common family in the remote countryside.
Unlike my older brother, who received a lot of attention, and my younger brother, who was showered with love, as the middle child, I found myself in an awkward position.
I wore the clothes my brother cast off, used his hand-me-down stationery, and even my bed had been slept in by him before.
As for my younger brother?
By the time I was done with things, they were nearly worn out, so he got new ones.
I had no complaints.
At least my parents were loving towards each other, and they didn't abuse me or demand too much. They did their best with what they had.
So, I was grateful.
Of course, I still sought change.
Maybe it was what young people called a dream.
I believed I deserved a better life.
And to see those things I'd heard about.
I longed to see them for myself.
So, I studied hard to get away from my rural home as much as possible.