I come from a very big family ,there are 8 people all together----namely my parents, 4 elder sisters , 1 younger sister and I. My father had always wanted a son and that can well explain the phonomenon above.

       Poor as it may be,I kind of like it and appreciate it.But for it ,I wouldn't have meet my mother ,who is not only the most beautiful but also hardwoking,who exerts a profound and everlasting influence on me .I finally come to realise that being poor is not a disaster,on the contrary, it's a gift from god since it can  benefit you in many ways !  Children raised in households not in possession of a good fortune are conditioned early on in our lives to exercise self-control and self-restraint,we  learn from our infancy onward that not everything we crave will become ours instantaneously.Every so often our wishes go beyond our parents' means and we have to come to terns with the resulting sense of frustration and rejection. Throughout the childhood and early adulthood years we are tempted by the repeated experiences of parents' denial of our requests .You can't imagine how that feels.Consequently we,for the most part,are apt to interpret scrimping and saving,emotional uneasiness,not infrequent financial strains rather than a devastating ordeal.Hence we end up being better able to manage stress in our adult years and less likely to panic or get daunted when problems occur.

       For all the reasons above ,I can never thank enough to my lovely family and I owe what I own now to them.Yes,poor as it is,however ,in the mean time ,it's the richest.