My Parents

The hero is a man who helps others, rescues their lives, and puts their lives at risk for others' lives. The hero is also brave, caring for someone, and loving someone. For example, Superman, Spider-Man, incredible things.

My hero is my parents. They will do anything to help me and take risks for me and other sisters. So my hero is my parents.

My hero helped me solve problems and homework problems. My hero helps me grow, tells me the right things and the wrong things to me, teaches me what I do not know, teaches me how to live, when I get hurt, help me. Example: That is why I chose my parents as my hero because I helped out my math homework, I descended the stairs many times, and helped me when I went to the hospital.

My hero, my mother was born in Ontario, living with her mother, father, sister, and older brother. My other hero was born in St-Colomban living with his mother, father and brother.

My mother is a quiet person, she loves her family very much. My father is a man who can work at the age of fifteen. He digs a hole with his father on a horse.

My parents are very important to me. It solves the problem, does homework, teaches things you can not understand, tells about life, it tells you what to do and what to do. Because it is life, these are my heroes, they will always be with me.

The first cry is my grandmother, Cecilia Aveno. She became "my parents" since my parents died. My parents died when I was alone. Since then, Cecilia has played the role of my parents. Although she is old, she still meets all of our basic needs. She is over 90 years old. In 2013, when I completed primary education to continue secondary education in Nairobi, I left her in Sheaya. Starting with my grandmother and continuing with my parents, you sometimes hear a little embarrassed. I feel the same. I just want to balance this equation. I did not spend much time with my parents - my father died in January 2001 and my mother died in October of the same year. Five years have passed since my father died. You can imagine how a 5 year old child can cope with the death of a parent. I did not know about it at all, so I did not feel pain at that time. I feel pain now - I ask myself why this happened, but I did not get the answer.

Before my adopted death passed, he asked me if I had thought about my birth family. I answered "sometimes", but I did not want to hurt my parents' feelings. In their hearts, and in my heart, they are my parents. Then my dad told me in 1962 that the social worker told them that my biological parents at college were smart and named Elizabeth Kristin. At that time my life changed.

I am not the fault of my parents ... this is their teaching. My father lost his father when he was eleven. He became a "man inside the house" and had to sell eggs to help the family. My mother is in a similar situation. The survival skills of my parents are learned when I am very young. In other words, it means living under the belief that money is not easy to obtain and not reliable. By mastering my credit score, I need to start saving every month, add money to my retirement allowance, and increase my income source. And I will work hard to achieve my financial condition. I can diversify my real estate business and continue to provide it to my family ... In fact, I am letting my children go to college.