My story part 1~

Once upon a time~
I have a very big and happy family. All my siblings together are 16, huh?!! Sure every time I told that, everyone seems shock. Ah...just acting, but somehow the old me felt ashamed of this large family that I had. When the New Year started, I went to school hoping that everyone does not know how big my family is. Then, I tried really hard in class to not speak about it, the introduction I did, I just said my name and where I come from, that's all. Ok I passed and felt released for the first teacher and then, there are another teacher, I introduced myself again and then again. But at the end, when that teacher entered, the whole thing I planned did not turn out like I expected. She forced me (how can I’m not follow a teacher’s order) to tell my siblings number, without having other way to escape, I finally spoke out about my family matter. With my low and ashamed voice, I told her...
"Madam, I have 16 siblings, including me..."
Then all of them looked shock and surprised. That teacher said.
"huh... wah, that's so many, how many mum do u have?" likes a joke to her but for me it's not a funny thing. But with respect and politely, I replied her question.
"Just one mum and one dad, teacher.." my voice became so low, all my new classmates started to make laugh at me, and the teacher just smiling. I don't know what she making fun out of me, but only in that day and onwards. Maybe she did not making fun of me, maybe it was just my bad thought, but I felt uneasy about it before. Really uneasy…so annoying that people want to know about my family, if they know my name and where I live, is that enough already, no need for anything else.
Now~
I really love and proud of my big family…