Days were going well, and my study was not bad too. I had above 90% in every single subjects. It was the end of the year. I will be in 10th grade & my year of graduation. After some months, I passed 9th grade with 94.19%. I was happy, and everyone one was proud of me. I got the letter from my mom. She wrote a lots of thing and she said that she is missing me and lot, and she wants me to finish my education. And then come back to my own village. It was November of my graduation year. At January we will have SLC (a final exam for 10th grader). One day suddenly a man came to our home. And asked us to come with him, and didn?t even let us ask why he is taking us to the road. He went near a small truck, and I went there too. I saw a old man lying on the truck. That old my was my dad. He told us everything and what had happen to my dad. ?Dad are you ok?? I asked But there was no reply. He couldn?t talk. We quickly took him to the hospital. Doctor said that he have some kind of illness. He needs a surgical operation quickly. I used all my money that I had. I earned those money my giving tuition to the lower grade students. Operation was successful. But my dad still couldn?t talk. No one came from the village to see dad. Not even my mom, or my brother. My SLC was on the way. I was alone with dad all day long looking after him. I missed whole month of study. I was kind a upset, because by doing and spending all the time studying I end up with my dad beside me who couldn?t talk. The most important that broke my heart was that my mom and my brother didn?t came to see dad. I was very disappointed. After a month my dad was discharged, and we informed that news to my mom. Some men form the village came and took dad, and I didn?t even went to my village. After some weeks I had SLC. I went to my friends home, and copied his notes and learned from there. At exam I didn?t do good. My result was 64.65%. I was not satisfied with my village. I was very upset about it. All the hard work I did for 8 years and I got nothing?. I cried a lot. After several days I went to my village. But I couldn?t stay there longer. ?Mom, dad I want to say something to you and its very important? ?Go ahead? dad replied ?Dad, don?t you want me to be a successful man?? ?Of course, son? ?Dad I have decided to go to Kathmandu, and work there? ?What? my mom shouted ?Where you going to go and live in Kathmandu? my mom asked ?In Ram P. uncle?s apartment (dey-ra)? ?You aren?t going anywhere, Ma-nay, and that?s final? ?Dad, I have already decided and I am leaving tomorrow? ?OK, then do whatever you want? my dad shouted By living in my village, I thought I can?t fulfill my dream. I wanted to be a successful man. So, I decided to go the capital city (Kathmandu). My dad and mom were angry and didn?t agree with my decision. I was new in that place. I had only 500rs, a small stove, a blanket and some clothes with me. I went to Ram?s apartment and shared it. It had just one room. And in one room was the kitchen, bedroom, living. I lived there for about an 1year. I had already started college. After a year I found a job. So, I decided to live alone. I needed to go to college at 5 o?clock in the morning and at 1 o?clock I needed to be at work. I had a tough time there. I had only 3 hrs to go home, make food and have it. Sometime my food used to burn, so I couldn?t eat then and I used to be hungry all day long. And while, working at bank. We all staff members got a bonus checks of 300rs and we all decided to buy a new bike. I was going to get a new bike for me, but I got a letter from my dad. My family was in trouble. They had took some money for loan, and they cant pay it back. So I send my 300rs to them. At work everyone brought their new bike, but I was on the foot. I was embarrassed and disappointed. As year passed my study was complete & passed from the university. I got a job in one office with very low salary. I was saving some money. And as days passed I got promotion and some rewards. My days were going well. I was made the GM of that office. Every one was happy, and my dad was proud of me. I sent some money every months to help manage the house where I born. This is how the life goes on every persons life. Its not identical but its similar. And I know there are more obstacles to come.