I grew up in a wealthy and poor family. My father a reckless man full of pretence. He came from a poor background although not that poor. I don't know, maybe that what led to his wicked intentions. The worst part is that we were all good together as a normal family.
My mum a beautiful and kind woman who came from a rich family was always ready to die for the love she had for my father. She's ready to do anything for him. She loved and cared for my dad.
Her parents warned her never to bring this man to her life but she refused. I wouldn't blame her for loving my dad cause it's normal.They got married and gave birth to me.
At times seeing my dad I always wonder why will a man just sit at home doing nothing, and then waits for his wife to bring money for him. It was like he was a king and my mum was a slave. It wasn't fair so I always act rudely to him sometimes and my mum will be like,"son that's not fair, you must not be rude to your father". It was always annoying, they've been together for six years and my dad's...