Good evening friends, I am 
I grew up in a family of six, my parents and four children, three girls and a boy. Growing up, life was never easy, expecially because my father was not happy that most of us were girls, but that is not the main focus of my write up.
Growing up, we had very little and we depended on farming for survival. My mother did her best in bringing us up, she made sure there was food on our table, we worked alongside her to make that happen through farm work. My mother taught us hard work and industriousness, she taught us not to put all our eggs in a basket, that is to say, not relying on a single source of income, but to have different means of income.
My mother is a true definition of patience and understanding, a strong woman that is willing to give anything just to see her children thrive. I will tell you why.
My father on the other hand is a very difficult man, he is strict and has his own standard you must follow weather you like it or not. One thing I find difficult to understand was the relationship between them. They were like cat and rat, constantly having disagreements, but they can not stay away from each other. My father was not affectionate at all, but my mother will tolerate all his excesses with patience and understanding, she complemented him so well in a way that people outside our home hardly ever noticed any tension between them.
I did not grow up in a peaceful and loving home no, my childhood was filled with tension fear of what will happen once my father comes in, difficult moments that made me wished for the day I would finally leave the house and start a new life else where.
Despite my father's shortcomings, he played his fatherly role to an extent in our upbringing. He instilled in me what is called discipline even though his method at that time was harsh, but when I think of it now, those harsh discipline actually shaped me into becoming responsible individual, responsible daughter, better wife to my husband and better mother to my children.
Times has changed, so I refused to practice the same pattern of discipline with my own children, because they are of the (Gen z), the lessons and values that those harsh discipline taught me are something I will definitely pass on to my children.
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