Even though I was an overall well-behaved kid and already excellent in my studies still I got beaten up almost every day. Cane, glass rod, hot spatula, belt everything. They had marital problems and stress in jobs and they used to release it all at me. I used to get bruises all over my body. At one point wised to die as cried so much for the help, and was suicidal. Beg to god for death.
I have one brother and he almost never had to face any of it. Even though I was so much hardworking and smart and talented.
I still struggle with all that mentally. Bad dreams, nightmares. People generally think I had the best childhood as I am witty, funny, and smart now.