Pain Doesn't Last Forever.
Kids have fun without worrying about things happening around, but you notice hard work is tearing your parents down. You're not like other kids because you decided to help out, things happened, you grew up too fast as a child you felt left out. You use to become angry at kids who don't understand, as you learn and help you're just becoming a man. It may be hard at a young age to take so much responsibility, but the pain is my motivation for now and it will continue to run in me. I will grow as an adult and not as kid, so I can be able to retire my pain physically and mentally for the rest of the days that I live.
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