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It's been too much for me to handle. I didn't know how my world turned out like this. I was never like this and not even in dreams I've thought my life would turn out like this. Only if I could tell it to someone, it would be good, but still I can't because I know that whatever I say would harm them in some ways. I have to keep it in, as I can't let them worry about me anymore. I have to be good, I should behave well or else I'll lose myself. But still... I can't hold it in for long, or I'll die. I am Fiya Jane. A simple girl living in the Netherlands and as for the story of my life, you could relate in some ways too. 

It was the time when I was living with my family in Eelderwolde village, which is in Groningen, the top of the Netherlands. I was born in a very happy family, two loving parents. My mum 'Kessi Jane' and my dad 'Jane Robinson', and yes! I am the eldest child. They both are very hardworking and kind-hearted person. My father work's in a factory where they work as a manufacturing labour. My mum work in a government bank as a low level employee. They both earn in total 1900 euro per month. We were a happy family, and soon I got two twin sibling 'Rita Jane' and 'Paul Jane', one girl and one boy, both adorable and playful. Managing time and money for my parents became very difficult, our house rent was 1600 per month, and to meet the daily requirements our parents do extra shifts frequently, and this led to them not paying attention to us. I was a normal school kid who goes to school, study, play, then come back home and take care of my siblings. It was never a problem feeding them as mum already cooks everything before going to work. After some months, they manage to hire a nanny to take care of us. That lady just took 120 euro per month to take care of us. She was a nice lady, she plays with us, feed us, spend time with us. It was all good, I come back from school and after eight in evening she leaves the home after making dinner and feed us. After that, our parents come at around ten or eleven, at night, sometimes it would be even twelve.

I know they would be very tired, so I daily try to not to bother them allot. I try my very best every day to make them proud, but it felt like they don't bother to have a look on the picture I make or the grades I got, even though they are not like their expectations, I still place it on the dining table so they can see it, and these things were just left on the dining table just like that, neither glanced nor touched. They could probably be very tired so they just didn't look at it, I thought, and the next night I waited for them to come back so that I could personally show it to them. I waited, ten, eleven, twelve, one, and I fell asleep.