Change

           When I was a little girl, I thought my parents knew everything and that they weren’t afraid of anything. It seemed that way because whenever I had problems with simple arithmetic problems in math, they would help me through it and help me understand how to do it so I would be able to do it on my own. Also, whenever I spotted a big, ugly, gigantic spider that was on the top corner of my room, I would shout with horror for help and my parents were always there to save the day. In that time, they looked like awesome heroes that were invincible who had no weaknesses.

            As I grew up, I still thought that way until I started to observe them for the first time. I had viewed them always as happy people, but with a bit of observation, I saw sadness a few times in their lives and it was a bit new to me. How could they be sad, I wondered for a bit but being still a child, I would forget and let it slide past me. But as I grew older, I was more aware than I was before. I came to realize that they, too, had fears, moments of sadness and depressions like I did. Whenever I struggled in my classes and needed help, my parents, whom I once thought that they knew everything, couldn’t help me at all because they didn’t know English or how to solve Algebraic problems and because they saw their own limits, they were so hard on themselves and felt helpless around me.

The heroes that I once saw as a little girl had slowly faded away, but this surprisingly has not made me feel disappointed at all. I’m glad that they are not perfect as I once imagined because if they were perfect, I would have thought that I was ridiculous or stupid. Seeing them have weaknesses but are trying to become better is what makes them real people who are facing through challenges like everybody else. Knowing this, I can relate to them and could ask help when I’m facing through trials of my own. Though they are limited in certain things, they have helped me in other ways like helped me become a good person, motivate me to shoot for the best and have good values. Though they are imperfect, they are still my heroes to this day after knowing what they have been through in their lives and what they have done for me and my other sisters. I love them just the way they are.