My Diary 9:

                       Dear Diary, what is the meaning of being an adult? And when can you say that a person is an adult? By age? Hardly! I noticed that being an adult depends on your birth order. The first born is an adult since birth unless he is an only child, a middle child is always seen not as mature as the eldest and the youngest is always a baby. At least this is the system in my family. My family is divided into three main quatrains ruled by the parents and they are: Adults (three active members), The Middles (two not so active members), and The Kids (two very active members), but that leaves two with their own category: Me (between The Middles and The Kids) and my baby brother who is The Baby. Why do I separate me and my brother from the three main category? Its simple, because we are always the exception. Faisal (fifth grader) is the youngest, so of course he is treated differently. No surprise there. The strange thing is my place of birth, for I am a veteran between two generation which means I belong to neither. I am three and a half years younger then The Middles and three and a half years older then The kids. In other words, I am the family's wallflower. It has its upsides and downsides. The upside is I don't have many responsibilities, my priorities are my health, education and fun. The downside is that I don't get to make any decisions including personal ones. When I was in my last year of high school, my family were all gathered around discussing what major I should apply for collage without really listening to what I want. When I filled the application without them knowing they totally freaked and asked why didn't I ask them before. It just seemed to me that that is something I should decide since it is related to my future. Even though they say I'm an adult, they treat me like a baby. So I decided to make my own decisions from that time and prove that I can take care of myself. If I make mistakes, it will help me learn.