I love my family.
There is so much and nothing to say about them. I can not write enough about my family in this post. On the other hand, why I love them is simple enough, I don’t have to explain.
My family has always been a sturdy pillar of support. My siblings and parents have always believed in me. Much of what I am today is through their encouragement and gentle nudges.
Not one of them gets tired of nursing me when I’m sick. Sharing joys and sorrows, we have been through ups and downs together. Being candid is a second skin. What matters is the correction and not whether you like it.
Everyone is treated on a basis of equality, fairness andjustice. I joke sometimes that my family has a lot to teach the world about democracy.
When I come home I am welcomed with smiles. It might take a while to realize something untoward in the offing. We pull through thick and thin by sticking together. My family is the greatest gift in the world to me.
What we hold dear is our faith in God.