Family's support.

Time really flies. Moments we once enjoyed became memories. When I was seven years old, My dad was the most important part of my childhood. He was my favorite being. . My dad bought lots of gifts for us, he was extremely caring and loving, but most importantly, he never raised his hands on me. Don't get me wrong. I love my mom so so much but she always beat me when I do something wrong. As a child anyone who hit or bullied me, I liked that person less. Whenever I got into a fight with my siblings, my dad always supported me and pulled me away From everyone to his personal sitting room. When I was young, I loved writing. I always expressed my feelings in a piece of paper or book. At this point I was less than.

Growing up. There's this song I always listened to. It talks about parent and who one should love more and a mother was placed on top the lost and then the father. One day I took a pencil and a paper and tried to write my favorites in my family according to who I loved the most. At that time my dad was my favorite being in the whole world but when I remembered that song, I wrote my mom first before my dad. I left the paper carelessly and continued playing. Unfortunately, my dad saw the paper and read it out loud. He was smiling when he was reading it. I wanted to tell him "no dad you're my number one person" but I didn't and buried those words in my heart.

During my childhood days, my family was my support system. We had one happy family. We had lots of conversations together and did everything together.

My mom was a really good wife. I envied her strength and loyalty to my dad. One of the cutest memory I have of her is when she got a shoe rack as a birthday present for my dad and the happiness written all over my dad's face when he received the gift.

My family was my everything. We did everything together. And even when we fought and quarelled, it didn't change how we felt for each other.