Family

Imagine being born in a family of twelve where the father and the mother make the twelfth number and the rest ten is filled up by your sibling, six boys and four girls.

Imagine the inadequacy of some items that are actually in demand, talk about food, talk about clothing and all you could think of.

The number didn't actually favor my family, our big number had a strong effect on us starting from enough food since what father brought home was shared equally by our mother irrespective of what it was or how much it was never mattered, what mattered was everyone had a piece of what the other was having, you would understand immediately by looking at us, judging from our malnutritional bodied that we lacking something and whatever that something was it was an essential seconding after life.

My father was a village renowned cobbler, he was a master at mending shoes, whatever little he got he brought home to his family, his trade is what made us conquer starvation.

Mother on the other hand she was a version of her own, I can't say I knew her trade or is it because she was in always every trade?