Wow, i am delighted when I mention to my parents, i am proud of them however they aren’t wealthy or even they are famers. When i was a kid around 5 or 6, I started to remember things as my parents did, they had to work hard to feed me and my siblings, they touch me writing, learning maths, loving my siblings, showed me that money doesn’t grow on tree...some times they also hit me or screamed or even sweared me when I made mistakes but rather than that I know they love me so much, they would like to bring me up in the right way. I believe every single things my parents did in rising me are absolutely right. Wow! I am delighted to speak about my parents; I am so proud of them, though they are not wealthy or even farmers. I remember that when I was a kid of 5 or 6 I started to realise the things my parents did. They had to work hard to feed me and my siblings, they taught (= ‘teached’) me writing, maths, to love my siblings, and they showed me that money doesn’t grow on trees. Sometimes they hit me, or screamed or even swore (= ‘sweared’) at me when I made mistakes. Nevertheless I know (that) they love me so much (that) they would like to bring me up in the right way. I believe (that) every single thing (that) my parents did in raising me was absolutely right.