The beautiful people that raised me
This picture reminds me of my childhood. Now grown, I look back at the days my parents sacrificed to provide the best that they can give to me and my siblings. We didn't have much, but we always have each other. We did everything as a unit, never apart. Dad was always the one in front, leading, hitting the hardest waves we've faced My dad was a teacher at a boarding school. This means he had to get up early on some days to supervise the student at the mess, stay up late to ensure students study and return to their dorms, stay up late on weekends to complete lesson plans or assessments. Apart from that, he was the alternate emergency driver. We often get woken up in the middle of the night when his colleagues or students come looking for a driver for emergency hospital runs or airport runs. Its about a 30-45 minutes' drive one way. I've never heard him complain once. My parents were also very dedicated Christians - they were Jehovah's Witnesses. Our home was always