There are many people that are important to me. There are those who are here now and those that were with me back then. Growing up in a country nominated as the worst country of the year at the U.N. conference of 1999, I have been supported by many. My family and my friends were always there for me. Whether I was sick, or just lost, they would always be there to help. They were like my personal bodyguards who didn’t just protect me because they were getting paid for it, but they sheltered me because they loved me. Of all few people who I can list from the top of my head are my grandfather, my uncle and my parents.
The most inspiring person in my life was my grandfather (from my father’s side). My grandfather was the town mayor of Chittagong. Since my birth, my grandfather and I used to spend much time together playing card games while sitting on the porch on our identical hand-made rocking chairs. We were the same. Thinking of the moments I have spent with him makes me feel joyful. Living in a poor neighborhood during the early stages of my childhood, we have suffered a great money problem. The family of eight was living off one man’s earning.
I remember a time when we didn’t have much money to spend on fancy foods. I believe I was four years old. Once in a while (around once a year) my grandfather used to attend a meeting for all the town leaders where they had served “fancy food.” Thinking of the family, my grandpa brought some food when he returned home. All members of the household would gather and split the food. Although we split it equally, my grandfather used to give half of his to me. Although he wanted to eat it all, he did not offer but gave them to me. If I refused to take it, he would not eat anything for the rest of the day. That’s how loyal, loving, and caring he was to me. He was like a best friend that I will no longer see. When I was six years old, he passed away because of cancer. Everyday, every night I remember those precious moments that I have spent with him. Having a bad memory, not sure why but I have those memory stuck with me. If I could see him one more time I would tell him something I had never gotten the chance to say ‘good bye.’ He inspired me to work hard so that I can soon be able to support my son and my grandchildren in the future.
Another inspiring family member was my uncle, Pahalobi. Last year when I went to visit my family back in Bangladesh, I got to know someone who I have known all my life but didn’t really know. I did not actually know who he was, what he liked, and was he the man he was. All my life I was told by other family members that he was a “bad man.” That he didn’t care for anyone else but himself and that’s how it seemed when I first met him. But last year when I went to visit my uncle, I saw a different side of him. A side I had never seen before. It was as if he was the type of uncle that I had always wanted. He bought me whatever I wanted, he healed me when I was wounded, and he even spent time with me and my brother. He was an important person to me because he showed me that people can indeed change just like he did. It’s strange, the one time I got to know this man he ended up leaving this world. I just wish he could see how much he has inspired me.
My parents also are very influential people in my life. My father and mother survived the war of independence when they were little children. They lived through the great flood of 1988 and they survived raising three children in a foreign country. As a young girl my mother always wanted to be a doctor and my father a successful business owner. But both their dreams were gone when I was born, followed by my two brothers. From rising us both my parents have developed sicknesses. My father works with all his sickness (high cholesterol, high blood pressure, diabetes and asthma) to raise money so he can feed the family and for me to go to college. My mother, also a diabetic and a person with high blood pressure, burns herself in the kitchen to feed her three hungry sons and a hardworking husband. For all they have done for me I cannot give anything better to them than the only thing I hold the closest to me; my love.
Without these influential people being part of my life, I don’t know how I would have survived. Their dedication, love, hard work has all been done for their son, grandson, and nephew. Although I have only listed three in this chapter, there were many more that had influenced me. There are my other grandparents (who I love very much), my aunts and uncles, my friends (some of whom have passed away), my teachers and my brothers without whom I would not be who I am.
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