My parents began dating when my mother was 15 and my father was 18. They were in love, and their love resulted in my mother’s pregnancy. She discovered it while she was in her fourth month of pregnancy. Tracking the regularity of one’s menstrual cycle may not have been prevalent back then. So, my mother was still in ninth school when she found out she was pregnant during a doctor’s check-up. Naturally, she was surprised and unprepared for this.

This was in 1995, and as you might expect, society was harsher on early pregnancies at the time. My mother, on the other hand, mustered the courage to inform my father. I’m not sure how my father reacted, but the end result was that I was born. Despite the fact that my father was only 18 at the time, he never shied away from responsibility. They moved in with my mother’s parents, and my father obtained a job.

The only thing I regret is that they were unable to attend university. My mother was 18 when I entered preschool, and they married while I was in elementary school. Despite the fact that my parents were young and experienced challenges, they gave me a wonderful upbringing. They never argued in front of me. I had a close relationship with all of my grandparents and frequently visited them. My mother and I began revealing all of our female secrets when I was 15 years old.

We felt like old buddies. She was aware of my first love, and my frustrations, and provided me with sound advice. I went to medical school after high school and am still there. I’m not married and have no children. My parents are still together and adore each other to this day. I adore my parents, am very proud of them, and am grateful to them for giving me life, a joyful upbringing, and the lovely memories that I have.