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I Know I Am Not Good Enough.
Just being brutally honest.
I learned a lot from my Aunt during my growing-up years. She is very different from my Mum. So different, in fact, that I doubted their sisterhood many times. My Mum embraced the narrative of the average. My Aunt did not. My Mum believed in being contented with life. My Aunt pushes the envelope of possibility.
I was drawn to my Aunt because I was never happy with what I had. I wanted more. I wanted to prove that I am a cut above the rest, and I wanted people to recognize me for it. In short, I wanted to be like my Aunt.
The only problem? I am not brilliant. I did not accept that reality when I was growing up. I do today. And I am grateful to my Aunt for that matter.
I had many heart-to-heart conversations with my Aunt then, where she would repeatedly remind me that I am not good enough. She would ask me where I want to be, what I want to achieve, and then cut me down in size.
No, she did not do push me down because she wanted to push her son up. My cousin was never there in those straight talk conversations I had with my Aunt.
I would tell her that I will conquer the world, be a top student, earn a lot of money, start a business, and have a harem comprising of the prettiest girls from my class. She never failed to laugh…
