I come from a world where parents are overworked and underpaid. I come from a world where children are deprived from the little things they need to be happy. Where families are stuck in the same routine where they spend little to no time together. My family is no exception to this casualty. While I’m working hard at school, my parents are slaving away at work trying to make enough. At the end of the day, there is no celebration for our hard day of work. Then the day’s over and then we do it all over again the next day. Because of all the time I spend at school, it became like my second home. My teachers and classmates became my family. All I learned in middle school has allowed me to be successful in high school. From my first year of high
