I was extremely aware of my poverty.
How my parents kept making many many mistakes. Corporal punishment (CA), lying to strangers (Machiavellian), verbal abuse, excessive punishments, betraying our trusts, confiscating tools (I knew how to write, I used non-toxic crayons🖍️ and paint🎨 then), not taking my advices, etc..
After comparing the lifestyles of my cousins and my aunts, I concluded I couldn't possibly be their child. I told them at three, with my eldest cousin present (17) in perfect formal Tokyo Japanese (not our dialect) that “You couldn't possibly be my biological parents. You err in judgments, and behave in quandaries of scoundrels. I rebuke thee as my parents.” My father was so shook, he went to get a DNA test. Both were positive matches. But, later years, I attempted twice to ran away. This last one is for good. They are still not my guardians. I refuse to associate with their foolishnesses. I no longer have to humble myself for their fascism.