The worse experience I had was losing my mother thru suicide. It was hard because at the time, I just finished my midwifery course and was ready to get a job but my mother killed herself. I was only 21 years old at the time with a 3 year old sister (our youngest), 4 younger brothers, a father and a blind grandfather who lived with us. My future plans just crashed at the time. I had to look after all of them because my father was working night time in a Mining Company near where we live. I had to accept that family comes first so I did the right thing to do. I cared for my blind grandfather and younger siblings especially my youngest sister. I became their second mother I think. It was hard but I managed and after four years, my father asked me if I want to work abroad and spend his savings for my visas and papers to go abroad. I had no choice but to obey my father as it meant, I will earn more money to help my younger siblings to go to school. My grandfather died a year after the death of my mother. My sister was 7 years old then so it was ok for my father to look after her and my brothers. I really did not want to leave my family but due to financial need, I had to. I went to work in Kuwait as a nanny and made some money which I sent nearly all of it to my family, for food and for school fees for my younger brothers and sister. I felt like giving up sometimes but my love for my family kept me going. Even now we still look after each other. We are all grown up and my brothers have their own families and so is my sister. It is them that kept me going, my lovely family. I love them to bits.