I grew up with a workaholic parents. In my family no one should be lazy that's a rule. I always wanted to have my parents attention since I'm the youngest out of five. I noticed that they will give you an attention if you work hard, if you help them with business. So I started helping them since I was young. When I was teenager I wanted go out with friends, to my classmates house or go to the mall with them but my parents won't let me 'cause they need my help to our business. I tried to understand it since my parents are not young anymore and they needed a help. I always thought that I was a good child because I did obey them and yes I consider myself a good child haha hilarious, but I also got tired. Im tired of being good sometimes I want to disobey them but my conscience won't let me. After I graduate High School I asked my mom that I want to go to this prestigious school which is far from home actually I asked for it so I can have my freedom from them and I thank God that they let me.
