This is the essay i wrote in response to the prompt but I dont know if it answers the question.
Growing up, stability was something that came and went in the blink of an eye. Many things were at play for my family's condition but the major contributor was my parents inability to earn steady incomes because they did not havewithout college degrees and also due to my father''s illness. Mom engaged in so many petty trades and dad visited construction sites to look for jobs that most times triggered his arthritis; keeping him homebound for long periods of time.
Despite these difficulties, my parents believed so much in education. Hence, they sacrificed pleasure to give my siblings and I the best education they could afford even if was difficult most of the time. For instance, one time in middle school my aunt had advised my dad to pull us out of school because he had been sick for almost a month and we hadn't attended school for months. My dad had bluntly refused. Seeing my dad in such a conditions filled me with a sense of guilt whenever I obtained a poor grade in school or failed a test. My family's condition always served as a constant reminder to me on the need to succeed no matter how hard it may seem.
Good education matters
Growing up, stability was something that came and went in the blink of an eye. Many things were at play for my family's condition but the major contributor was my parents inability to earn steady incomes because they did not havewithout college degrees and also due to my father''s illness. Mom engaged in so many petty trades and dad visited construction sites to look for jobs that most times triggered his arthritis; keeping him homebound for long periods of time.
Despite these difficulties, my parents believed so much in education. Hence, they sacrificed pleasure to give my siblings and I the best education they could afford even if was difficult most of the time. For instance, one time in middle school my aunt had advised my dad to pull us out of school because he had been sick for almost a month and we hadn't attended school for months. My dad had bluntly refused. Seeing my dad in such a conditions filled me with a sense of guilt whenever I obtained a poor grade in school or failed a test. My family's condition always served as a constant reminder to me on the need to succeed no matter how hard it may seem.