ABOUT ME
MY CHILDHOOD
My childhood was interesting. Let's starts off the basics; me and my mom moved to Japan when I was 2 years old because my mom wanted to get her PhD degree.
So, I basically grew up in Japan in my early childhood.
My mom and I lived in a tiny dorm in my mom's school. And random bugs will appear out of nowhere. Like, the huge one's where you run away from when you see them in the forest.
I really liked capturing small bugs from outside and bringing them to the dorm. The next morning, the bugs will be gone and I always used to think they run away but now, that I am older and supposedly wiser; My mom probably threw them out when I was sleeping.
One thing that I vividly remember is my kindergarten school. You know, when it's raining outside so your teachers let everyone watch movies? Yeah, instead of them showing movies, they made us watch One Piece and Tom & Jerry.
You might think; "Hey, that's not bad." No, the problem was they would show the same episode. Literally, every time we watch Tv we all watched the same thing over and over. Which annoyed the hell out of me.
When I was turning 6, I moved back to Mongolia so I could get a Mongolian education. Pretty simple. But, I just got back from Japan and I could only speak Japanese.
My mom was still trying to get her PhD degree and the only person who could take care of me was my grandma.
So, my grandma decided to teach my Mongolian and on top of that math! Yep, she taught dumb 6-year-old math. Now, let me tell you that when I say I was the best student in my 1rst grade, I'm not lying.
Also, during the weekends my grandma would go dancing and most of the time I would be home alone. At such young age, I knew how to take care of myself. Just the basics.
I remember one time when I was 7 or 8 my grandma bought kiwi's and she left to go dancing so I was home alone and I was very hungry. Okay, even though I was young I knew how to use a knife, pretty scary if you ask me.
I thought to myself, "Hey, I have done this many times, I won't cut myself." Guess what. I ended up cutting my finger and I bled a lot. To this day, I have this haunting scar on my index finger.
Look, my grandma is the best and she would always tell me to be careful with stuff when I was alone and it's not her fault that I accidentally cut my finger. She came home 10 minutes later after it and she helped me clean it. Don't worry.
Okay, the last story; back when I was about 3 or 4 (I don't remember). I did not know how to wipe my butt after pooping. Therefore, I would scream out for my mom, something like; "Mom, I pooped!"
And my mom being the super cool mom she is, would wipe my butt which had poop in it. So, one time after she wiped my butt, she kissed my butt-cheeks and I farted.
Yes, very nasty but I found it hilarious at the time.
✎ᝰ┆Written by a 13-year old Mongolian girl.
MY MOM
Dr. Oyuntungalag Chagnaadorj
My mom was a single mother who was ambitious. She wanted to provide a good life for her kid (a.k.a me) so she decided to study hard which eventually paid off when she was accepted into the top University in Kyoto, Japan. All on scholarship.
My mom is super smart, almost like a genius. And she even has her own business! Her business is about helping other businesses with their website. She's a programmer meaning she uses the skill of her to make websites. If anyone is interested, check her out.
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