I’m from a sweet four-member family in a small village near Tumkur, Karnataka. My dad’s a farmer, he also does self-employed work where he has to lift tons and tons of weight. He always fascinates me how much hard work he does. My mom is a high school government teacher. She never failed in taking care of house works, she works in the farm field with my dad and has been helping my dad in every way she can like a backbone. I always wonder how can they so much work unselfishly just to feed me three times a day. My dad’s hands are filled with callus. When my parents held my hands, their hands are so rough and hard-filled with bruises. When I was three years old we were so poor we didn’t even have one bag of rice at home. My parents didn’t even get help from their family or anywhere. When I asked my mom to give me at least one spoon of rice I won't ask for anything she cried a lot she asked neighbors for a cup of rice, she cooked it and fed me. That day my dad went to work to others place he didn’t return home the whole day and he works whole night, next day he brought home some rice. I studied well, so my teacher in that village asked my mom to send me to Bangalore for studies. Even though we were so poor, my parents sent me to my aunt’s place in Bangalore and took care of my studies and expenditures. For every festival, I had new dresses, but my parents wore the same old dresses. They visited me only once in a year and they never stayed with me more than a day. I used to make a fuss, I cried, I shouted over it, but I was not able to understand that how hard they were working day and night to pay for my school and expenses. Even today my dad goes to other places to work and he never returns for three to four days. He works all night and day. My mom never complains she works in her school and home too. I’m so happy that I was born to such a parent, I'm always thankful for them. Now I'm a BE graduate, I want to stay with my parents and compensate all those days I missed them, take care of them. I want to be a daughter they are and always will be proud of. But when parents can work hard for their offsprings and give so much unconditional love. Even a poor or rich parents never allow their kid's smile to never fade. Why we can’t take care of them in our adulthood? Why we never look for smiles on their face? We can never pay back for their love, can’t we at least take care of them forever. I wish for the day where there won't exist even a single old age home in the world.