The Importance of Family in My Life

My dad was a cab driver and extremely hardworking man. His only rule every day was if he woke up, he was happy. And so I saw some things in him that I really resonated with, but he was not it. My mother also went to grade three, but very wise, very loving, very into family,. Very into friends, family bonding with, with people. But she's been a manic depressive individual for 60 years. So she takes pills. She's living in assisted living home. Her biggest lesson just love. Yeah, she was just love. It's love. The values were the same as her children.