My Life

  

Long ago, I lived happily with my parents.

We were four in the family—my father, my mother, my brother, and me. Those days were full of joy. We spent time together, laughed together, and felt safe in each other’s company.

But as time went by, our happiness slowly faded. Misfortune struck when my father became seriously ill. I was very young then, too small to understand what was really happening. My brother and I could only watch as our father’s health grew worse day by day.

One day, the saddest moment of our lives arrived. My father passed away, leaving us with only our mother. Suddenly, the world felt so big and heavy. My brother and I felt helpless—we were just children, and there was little we could do to ease the pain or carry the responsibilities.

Yet, through all the struggles, our mother stood strong. She became our strength and our guide. Even though life was hard, we learned to move forward, holding on to her love and courage.