My mom once said that a life without a perspective is a life leading in the roads of nowhere. My heart sank deep when my mother died. Knowing that my life was leading nowhere. I had no goals, achievements and my IQ was below average. To be accepted in a job is manna from heaven. My life flushed with shame, discrimination, racist and poverty. I just could accept this very essence that made my stomach turn upside down. My father pulled up a smile, he knew what I was pooling with problems. He was happy that he was aged, retired and free from responsibilities knowing that all of his children finished studying and has seperate lives. Yet he gave me a look, he was worried sick of me. He knew that I couldn't stand with my own feet. He felt bad for me. I accepted that my life was going nowhere. But I was ashamed of what I did, my achievements were nothing compared to what my siblings accomplished. I was ashamed of letting my parents down. I gave them such a hard time. My dad fixed his eye upon me and asked me if I could talk with him. I didn't hesitate to obey. And he asked "Is there something wrong?". My conscience was filled with guilt."Dad, I'm sorry if I let you down, I'm a disgrace." His eyes shimmed with hope."It's okay, you gave us your time, care and love and that's something you should be proud of." I hugged my father and told him "I love you so much dad. Your my number one". With what he said, he made me realise. That I did achieve what my parents wanted for me.....it's to love and care for them. (Got bored so I wrote this )