My Brother; My Pride!
Have I preserved anything for better, or do I have to now? W hile this thoughtful mind ponders through high and low, sketching out the momentous adventures of this journey, heavy splashes of gladness fills my eyes. Let me take a look at it; isn’t that colorful – the photo! I see a story painted with varieties of incredible colorants - resentment, frustrations, and headaches, yet together with determination for success. Getting sprinkled with chilly fogs of gloomy mornings every day wasn’t so easy. It’s hurting. Living to be faced with another set of puzzles every year beginning – having an unsettle mind thinking of who would settle my fees for the next study year? It always has been an ongoing trauma. We couldn't really have a person to be blamed for this. Being born of poor parents wasn’t ours to decide, but it made most things difficult. There’s nothing from behind we could have had our grips on. Thinking of how it would be, or who would complete the next set of