“I decided never to tell my children about my job and what I do because I don’t want them to feel stupid or embarrassed by me.
I always wanted to avoid that, that was my intention from the beginning. My younger daughter sometimes asked me what I did, but I thought to avoid her questions.
I told him I was a worker and changed the subject as quickly as possible so he would forget what he was asking.
I wash in the bathroom every day before I go home to my family so I can come home clean and my kids won’t question me or ask me what I’m doing.
I did all this so that they would not suspect anything and find out what their father was doing during the day.
My daughters’ education was most important to me and I wanted them to be interested in their education and be able to continue their studies without worrying about me.
I wanted my daughters to treat others with respect. The only thing I wanted less was to think less of other people than they thought of me.
I have always been shy around other people, so I decided that I would spend the money I earned on my daughters’ education. I want something completely different for them, I want them to have a different life.
I thought it would be better to buy books for my daughters than to buy new clothes. I simply asked if he would respect me in return for our relationship.
I worked as a cleaning worker. Before my daughter started applying to college, I couldn’t get her the money she needed to apply.
I had no money because I couldn’t work that day. I didn’t know how to stop my daughter from crying so she wouldn’t see me, but I felt sad inside that I couldn’t give her what she needed.
All my colleagues looked at me, but no one came to see if I needed anything. My heart was pounding back home and my daughter was begging me for money to go to college. I really didn’t know what to say.
I felt so bad because I wasn’t successful in life, at least not enough to give my kids what they needed.
My family came from a low income family and I always believed that nothing good or happy can happen to someone who lives a hard life every day.
After my work hours ended, something completely unexpected happened to me. That day, my colleagues all sat next to me and presented their winnings.
I tried to talk to them, but I couldn’t finish my sentence. Because they said our kids need to go to college to have a better life than they have now.
I was speechless at their beautiful gestures. That day, I decided not to go to the public bathroom to shower and that I would now put on my work clothes and go home.
One of my children has finished his studies and is no longer working for me.
My eldest daughter is already working and my other three daughters are paying their school fees.
I still want to go to work, but my older daughter says she will at least take me to work. In addition, my daughter brings me and my colleagues lunch.
One day I asked him why that was and he said that he was always thankful that he didn’t eat it all in one day to go to college.
I am proud of all my children and I no longer feel poor. ‘How can you be poor when you have wonderful children?’
