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bad mood, my mother told me she would sell her house if it meant caring for me.
Fortunately, Mom didn’t have to do that, but it reinforced my understanding of unconditional love and the significance of family. © AmberFall92 | Reddit

Story 10:

My father worked a high-level job, so he couldn’t be home for supper most nights.

Every morning, instead of family supper, we ate breakfast together as a family before he took us to school.

It wasn’t until I was an adult and wanted to sleep as late as possible while also frequently waking up to stressful job concerns that I recognized how much of a sacrifice this was. That was our family time—with our father.

Even when my siblings were adolescents and school started later, they were obliged to get up early and have breakfast (before returning to bed). I respect it.

© frnoss | Reddit

Story 11:

When I was a child, we lived near a highway. One day, I asked my mother how long the freeway ran and where we’d wind up if we simply hopped on and drove.

She had a map. Has she shown it to me?

Nope.

She said, “Let’s see.” We got in the vehicle and drove for hours until we were both fatigued, then brought out the map and picked a route home along the shores of one of the United States’ Great Lakes. This was in the 1980s, before GPS and cell phones. I was around ten years old, and she let me navigate home.

She could have just informed me or shown me the map without leaving the couch, but she wanted me to know… and perhaps she wanted to know herself.

That’s how she’s always been; it’s incredible. © Panic_Azimuth | Reddit

Story 12:

My parents migrated to Canada with the sole goal of providing a better life for my brother and myself. A better atmosphere, more chances, and overall improvement.

They abandoned our whole family and friends and relocated here with only the four of us.

They worked really hard for the first several years, earning very little and living in a small apartment in Toronto. Looking back, I’m honestly surprised they didn’t give up and return home, where they had decent careers and plenty of support.

I am so glad they didn’t. My parents’ unwavering love and support have given me all I have and who I am.

© Lenerz / Reddit