Dear Dagboek,,

Every time I awaken in the morning, I hear my vader calling “ Pamela Kay, get up my Klein Kind.” And every morning those words make me realize that my family is Dutch, that none of my classmates fathers call them Klein Kind, instead of just saying little one. And I realize that probably none of my classmates walk down to there kitchen and are welcomed to a steaming bowl of Dutch custard, or apple and prune compote. I know that all my classmates and acquaintances call their parents, mommy and daddy, or mama and dad. I guarantee none of them call there parents, vader and moeder. Or when speaking of there parents, call them ouders.

And all of this makes me realize that I really am special. That I am not like everyone else. And not only that, but I have a perfect life. I am a straight A student in my 3rd grade class. I have all the friends I need, and I am very fit, I am ahead of my whole class in horseback riding, my ouders are close to the best, and I have no pestering siblings to annoy me.

I’m actually not an only child, though. I have a brother Baldwin who is 23, and lives in a dorm with his mate.
He’s one of the reasons I think I’ll do so well in school, and in life. One of the reasons is because Baldwin never got a grade lower then a B+. Through all his years of highschool he got straight A’s in all subjects. He was an excellent golfer, and he never gave up. Baldwin now attends Harvard University in Boston, not to far from our house.

But Baldwin was a bit less social than I. My Moeder said that he never really had friends, and that he never really wanted to. She said Baldwin was always kind towards others, but when he realized he was *** he decided to not have a social life at all. He didn’t take being *** very well, he wanted to continue having crushes on girls, and doing what guys do. And the worst problem was, he figured this out at a very young age (11, actually). So he had to go to months of therapy to understand why he wasn’t attracted to girl any longer, and why his male friends looked attractive and appealing. But once he understood all about his gayness, he really let it go. He sadly lost his friends (and he only had a few), but he really didn’t care. The reason he didn’t care was because the fact that his few friends would not hang out with him anymore just because he was *** showed him that there was a really bad problem in today’s society. And that’s what his best selling book titled “Nothings normal” is all about. And now that Baldwins become so comftorable with his condition, his “mate” is actually his new significant other. His name is Chezxer, and he is very nice.

As for my ouders, they met in Holland. They both came from very poor families, They actually grew up on the same poor street their whole childhood.
Their ouders (my grootouders) never had much hope for their family. My grootouders were severely ill, and they knew they only had very limited time to spend on the earth. When my grootouders died, my ouders vowed that they would find a way to go to college, and have a better life than their parents did. After high school they didn’t see each other for about 3 years because they both went to America, they thought they may never see each other again. But when they met up at MIT ( Massachusetts institute of technology) they started to talk again, and soon they started dating, and before they knew it they both had their master degrees in robotics, and then they knew they had done what there parents couldn’t do, they were extremely satisfied with themselves. And about 4 months later, my vader proposed to my moeder. They were married in a beautiful Buddhist church, with all their friends and families.

And it wasn’t long before they both became very successful, they both had jobs at a robotic institute and there pay checks were extremely good.

And about a year later, my moeder gave birth to Baldwin, and 14 years later, they gave birth to me.
(( Take note I am writing as a dutch girl))