FICKHAY d Engineer 👷

never imagined that the children I sacrificed everything for would one day look at me as a burden. What hurt the most was discovering that they had already discussed my future without me. I am 68 years old. After my husband died, I raised my three children alone. I sold food at the market, went hungry so they could eat, and borrowed money to pay their school fees. When my first son graduated, I sold my only piece of land to help him start a business. When my daughter got married, I spent my savings on her wedding. My youngest son was the one I struggled hardest for, and I never complained. I believed that when I grew old, I would enjoy the fruits of my sacrifices