I could still remember being tossed from one house to another during my childhood days. My parents used to travel from our home in the city to our home in the province. Being left with the care of my grandparents, aunts, and uncles is quite normal in those days. Good thing because our relatives on my father’s side are closely knitted and really fond of children so staying with them while they are away is not a problem.
My parents may not raise us in a conventional way but I am still grateful to God for having them. My mother gave up her budding career to be a housewife and to take care of six children while my father took the responsibility of a provider though he seldom got a permanent or regular job (he is a carpenter, a very good one I must say). Continue reading “Tokens of Gratitude: My Parents”