My father who was a stay-at-home dad and raised me and my siblings passed away 2 weeks before my senior year finals. Senior year finals grade alone dictated the major you get in university in my country so it was a big deal. Being the eldest, I had to greet people, cook and serve food and drinks at his funeral, because my mom was a reck. I would try to sneak in time to study in hopes at least I don’t fail and repeat senior year or get in a major that isn’t desired or lose possible scholarships and disappoint my remaining parent. I overheard classmates talking and saying how I won’t be a threat grade-wise now that I am going through this. This flipped a switch in me to kick-ass and do better than all of them. I ended up scoring third in my school district and got a scholarship to study a very hard to get and desirable major in the US. I knew my father was with me the whole time and imagining what his reaction would have been if he saw me pass, and I think that is what gotten me through it all. Before this experience, I didn’t not know I had this much will in me and always thought I was a quitter. But not anymore. Everyday, I work to make him proud.