The Things I Carry With Me As I Grow

The factors: my parents sacrifice, love, and courage.

The lesson: never let your condition limit your hope and aspirations.

I outgrew my childhood years rarely seeing my father. He was working day and night, in the lowest position, throwing away the strong pride he instilled in his children, just so they can live a better life than his own. He sacrifice the loving role of a father every little girl has just so his daughter can have what other children have. Until I entered high school, my father never succeeded in giving me what other girls have, a father… but it never affected my love for him. I know sometimes he thinks I thought he was a bad father when I was little, but I do not. He does not realize that his sacrifice has taught his daughter to love him as selflessly as he loves her. He may have constantly fallen down at many an attempt to improve our financial condition, but he never failed to show me endurance. With every new step, he carried with him the scars of failure, and used it as a lesson to empower his knowledge. My mother was no different. She fought and lived with the same resistance and strength. I remember crying to myself over the fact that she made all these pretty things for people, things she would never ever have. From my parents I realized that experiences are a vital part of victory. Failure is not always final, but it is an experience, one that I can utilize to eventually obtain victory and success. My father’s rigid determination reminds me of something I learned back in elementary school. We all know Thomas Edison as the great inventor of the light bulb. When he was asked how does it feel to have failed 10,000 times, he answered, “I didn’t fail, I found 10,000 ways how NOT to make a light bulb.” By the same token, I believe my success in life is strongly dependent on how I approach failure. Sometimes people wonder how I can accept some things so easily and get worked up over such silly matters.

When you see my at my best… those traits i’ve attained from countless people who have made their presence meaningful in my life, my parents are only an example of 2.

When you see me at my worst, it is because i’ve forgotten how to keep faith because they’ve etched their mark, but most of them are no longer in my life.

Because of You

I remember when i was a kid… my father wasn’t the best person in the world. I grew up in his big, scary shadow… his brutal, harsh way of protectiveness… his non-sentimental, ungentle declaration of love. Father was a figure to follow behind with my head facing the ground… i fear every movement i make around him… afraid to get put down.. afraid to get another lesson of physical bruises and emotional scars. He wasn’t mean… he wasn’t evil… he’s the most heroic person i know even during the days when he was still his old self. I think the civil war (VN) got to him… i think watching everything fall apart into nothing more than a leaf shelter broke him. i think… losing grandpa… i think having to thrive alone and support a family at the age of 13 made him shun out all the soft emotions in the world. Nevertheless, although i know what he went through, his way of treating us made me fear him. I never saw my father as a dad like other children do until i was in the 4th or 5th grade. The word “daddy” means a lot to me, because it holds in itself an image of a hero. I believe people can change… regardless of how much we think they can’t. I believe Anne Frank was right to say there is good in everyone. They just need the chance – some sort of incentive – to show it. For my father, it was his children. A little late… i must say, but not too late. He taught me my most painful lessons in life… i think i’ve learned the painful and sorrowful side of life from both my parents. I wouldn’t say they’re much of the type to speak of life with optimism. When we get serious lectures they are usually related to the weaknesses of human lives… it hurts, but its true. But, even though the hurt is there, because of him, i learned that people can change. That even though people are bad.. there’s a good side to them. He taught me to tolerate people. I handle things much less rash when it comes to people’s ignorance… I think that’s why i love my dad so much now…