To the best parents ever.,.
People tend to recognise the full worth of their mothers and fathers when they're gone. This should not be the case. I have the best father and the best mother in the world, I am sure of that. Though they have come from very poor families, they have shown us that we reap more blessings if we sow kindness, hard work and sacrifices. When my father was younger, he used to be a pedlar of many things like wall mirrors and figurines and he also worked as a cleaner in his college campus in order to finish his studies. I used to hear his old stories reminiscing the days when he had soy sauce and oil as viand plus rice, this would serve as his meal for the day because he cannot afford to buy a decent and nutritious food. On the other hand, my mother also strived hard to be able to sustain her studies. She used to sell fruits in exchange of a piece of paper because she said she has a dream of earning a degree even if it seemed so difficult because she came from a large family of fiftee