My family conditions were not that good in the past. My dad, seeing our financial conditions, had migrated to a foreign country in search of a job. He left when we (me and my sister) were very little. He missed all of our achievements because of his work. We all know how difficult it is to work as a laborer in the Middle East. He still works there today.
He changed our lives. He helped me fulfill my dreams. He killed all his dreams and supported mine. I owe my success to him. I have dedicated a poem to my superhero dad. – You can read it at: Outlandish blog