I spent my afternoons eagerly waiting for her to come home from work, because I knew she cared for me more than anyone else. His actions full of integrity, his work ethic and the way he carried himself in front of me and my brothers presented an admirable image. As if untouched by the consequences of many years, my mother planned for the future with optimism. His essence deliberately patronized the subconscious attitude I carried, closely resembling that of my father. Even my siblings were troubled by my mother's calm sense that everything was fine. They showed a strangely strange understanding of his opinions, so they treated me with great patience. Likewise, my rude mind realized how useless it was to carry the burden of my father's mistakes on myself. Suddenly I found myself interacting with my siblings in the dignified and affectionate manner they respectively deserved. I have rectified my character and committed myself to never falling prey to fear, because my mother and my brothers have stood by me, preserving the serenity we have