My uncle.

Growing up he was always know as the crazy uncle who partied and being young at that time I didn't know he was doing drugs and drinking a lot. But those memories he was always fun. He never showed bad attitude around me and his nephews when he came to visit (all my cousins)

Growing up through the years I did start to have a distaste because I knew about drugs and alcohol and I could see more of the elders being annoyed and us younger kids still looked up to him.

Fast forward to 5 months ago I've moved to his province because there's a lot more money to be made. He has 3 kids all 10-20 years younger than me and he's such a helpful and happy dad. Treats the the same way he treated me and my cousins. Just love. But I see more of his darker side when the kids aren't around now that I'm older.

I myself making it out here alone I've have gone through some deep and hard struggles where I have turned to drugs and alcohol. Through his tears he begged me not to make his same mistakes as he did and he only invited me here to do better. He has helped me kindly to do just that.

I finally had a talk with my mother and she told me all the horrid things my uncle had gone through in his life and they love him because he had it hard being the youngest child.

He inspires me because no matter how alone and how hard a man has to go through things alone. I know it gets better. And he taught me that.

You can always choose to be kind to one another.