We are all born with our set of circumstances from the start. We can call it Genetic, or add Meet your Parents, or your Family... and your own challenges you have to face growing up or just to be a human being living.

I will always remember a couple of things in my life, which are sad but in the same time quite funny. My mum is OCD and my brother is Bipolar. I would say quite a thing to deal with, a giggle spurring up upon my lips but also thinking otherwise.

First it was a fight between them which the cause was absolutly daft. My brother did put a DVD he watched in the wrong place where my Mum kept them... It may have been a Die Hard movie... Anyhow my Mum had an ABCD kind of classification order upon that shelf of DVDs so putting the D for Die Hard somewhere around the H for Hair would be a major offence. She took the entire shelf out of the DVD to correct it back to her right order. For me it was a WTF moment. My Brother told my Mum that we do not choose our parents and she responded likewise we do not choose our children then it sparked to a real true hands fight between the two of them.

Lordy, Lordy, Lord! I separated the two of them to calm them down a fair bit. But I can tell you that in between those two, to make them grab some sort of sense, and stop their punching fight, I ended up with the bruises they aimed at each other. I didn't want my mum to hit her teenage son nor her to be hit by him. So I acted as the shield. Following day, during a Math lesson (I was about 16) a nurse arrived in the classroom and called me out to have my Annual health check. Little did I know that the Math teacher noticed my bruises and made an undercover stunt to warn and care so I would be removed from the classroom to make sure everything was alright with me. So I ended up in the infirmery of the school, with a nurse asking me bluntly, that I could talk to her if I had been raped... As she looked after my bruises, as I was feeling so, so ashamed, I told her that it was not that whatsoever. It was just a minor fight between my Mum and my Bro and I tried to seperate them.

Bruised. But also healed. Because we all have to step on to the plate one day or another to protect each others. A big life lesson that one was.