SC-S29/W4- Nostalgia Of The Liitle Me : People Who Shaped My Childhood

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The most beautiful childhood memories are those where the people who helped us grow are present. That’s why today I want to share who the architects of my upbringing and the pillars of my childhood are.

Although I have the blessing of having a present and large family, it was my parents who truly shaped my essence. My mom was my first teacher in every sense of the word; from a young age, in her preschool classrooms, she taught me the most valuable lessons. On the other hand, my dad has been my unconditional hero, steadfastly accompanying me through both joys and hardships. Together, they formed the perfect team to guide me from my childhood.

_{with my dad}

_{with my mom}

My parents are excellent professionals, but above any title, they are exceptional parents. Without any prior preparation or an instruction manual, they have known how to overcome every obstacle to provide me with a comprehensive education in every aspect of my life.

Whenever my health failed me, they were there, setting the world aside to focus entirely on my care. I hold with special affection the memory of my tonsil and adenoid surgeries; they even accompanied me into the operating room to wait until the anesthesia took effect. I remember gripping their hands tightly to overcome the fear; today, that moment is one of my most treasured memories, because it confirms that they have always been my strength in the moments of greatest vulnerability.

Although I hold infinite happy moments from my childhood, that memory in the operating room is the one I keep with the greatest clarity. However, I can say that every experience by their side is memorable for one single reason: their constant presence. Knowing they have been there for me at every step turns any memory, no matter how small, into an invaluable treasure.

Their support has been comprehensive, blending affection with constant discipline. Education was the pillar of my childhood, always grounded in a deep respect for others. Every time I made a mistake, rather than just pointing out the fault, they were there to correct me with wisdom and guide my steps, teaching me what it truly means to be a good person.

At home, respect and love were not mere words, but the foundation of our life together. My parents taught me that true strength lies in integrity; they showed me that, in the face of the most severe crises, communication and unity prevail over any adversity. From them I inherited the conviction that being honest and humble is the only way to build a life with purpose.

Today I see myself as someone with solid, integral values an identity I could never have forged without their unwavering support. The upbringing I received as a child has profoundly defined who I am now, yet their influence isn’t confined to the past. Even today, they remain my guiding compass, quietly reinforcing every principle they instilled in me since I was little and gently steering me as I continue to grow and evolve.

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