My father is a saint. God bless that man’s soul. Lord knows he’d die for my brothers and me. He never outwardly expresses it (he’s the complete of an emotional), but I can tell he’s proud of us all and that he loves us. Honestly, I nearly tear up every time I think about the troubles he and my mother went through to support my family. And my mother! Where would I be without her? She’s our foundation. We’re all nothing without that woman. My brothers? They’re my guardian angels. They’ve been protecting and guiding me since day 1, always putting my interests before theirs. I am blessed to have these people in my life.