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Growing up I was never the smart kid in the brunch, my grandma would right it off as me being lazy and so I did as well. My cousin was the smart one and still is, I’m so proud of her but back then I wasn’t. She and my grandma would always have the most fun learning or playing learning games, not me I’d much rather watch tv or play with my toys. So I distanced myself from them, I refused to be the third wheel. That meant I wouldn’t hang out with them at the same time for long periods of time, like at family prayers I’d already be in the bed. If me and my cousin hung out it was to play and if me and my grandma hung out it was to watch tv, but my grandma started picking up on if and forced me back to the prayers and the third wheel life. I’m not saying they were leaving me out, their brains were on a level mine couldn’t comprehend and it was driving me crazy. This drove me closer and closer with my papa. He was a handyman, I believe the reason I’m so good with my hands today is because of him. I started building things around the house, my grandma said she saw me take chairs from the garage, my old dora, the explorer table and a blanket and made my very own princess carriage. My love for building didn’t stop there.

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Throughout my childhood, I often struggled academically and was labeled as the 'less intelligent' child in my family, a perception I, too, adopted. My cousin, who excelled in her studies and continues to do so, became the focus of admiration, and while I am immensely proud of her achievements today, I did not share that pride during our formative years. Together, she and my grandmother engaged in educational activities and games with great enthusiasm, while I preferred to immerse myself in television or my toys. This divergence led me to create emotional distance; I consciously avoided joining them during their bonding time, including family prayers, often retreating to my bedroom instead. My interactions with my cousin typically revolved around play, while time spent with my grandmother was largely centered on watching television. However, my grandmother soon recognized my tendencies and encouraged my participation in family activities again, effectively bringing me back into the fold. Although they never intentionally excluded me, their intellectual pursuits felt beyond my grasp, which left me feeling increasingly isolated. This situation ultimately fostered a closer relationship with my grandfather, a skilled handyman, from whom I inherited a knack for working with my hands. I began experimenting with various items around the house, such as chairs, my old Dora the Explorer table, and blankets to construct a makeshift princess carriage. This early interest in building laid the foundation for my lasting passion for creating things.