I spent my afternoons impatiently waiting for her to come home from work, because I knew she cared about me more than anyone. Her integrity-filled actions, her work ethic, and the way she carried herself in front of my siblings and I paints an admirable picture. As if untouched by the consequences for many years, my mother planned for the future with optimism. His essence deliberately patronized the subconscious attitude I had, very much resembling that of my father. My siblings were also impressed by my mother's calm perception that everything was fine. They showed a strangely alien understanding of his opinions and therefore treated me with great patience. In the same way, my robust mind realized how useless it was for me to carry the burden of my father's mistakes. Suddenly, I found myself interacting with my siblings in the dignified and loving way they respectively deserved. I rectified my character and promised never to fall prey to fear, because my mother and siblings stood beside me, preserving the serenity we had.