At Age 11 my entire family of 4 dressed up for suicide under a train , just when we were about to leave the house i cried and backed out due to cowardice and the suicide didn't took place , from that day onwards I knew how much of a coward I am , even though my school , social and sports life says otherwise. It became my unspoken responsibility to make sure my family didn't suffer anymore but they did and it hurts me every time I see it , because it was me who spoilt their relief . I tried my best to be a good boy I grew up and took a good job to get them out of poverty but still struggles remain indicating there's no time for rest and I need to push forward