Growing up in my family wasn't always the easiest what with my oldest brother having ADHD, my other older brother having autism, and I was having troubles with depression and anxiety. So with all these setbacks, I couldn't imagine how hard and stressful it must have been for both of my parents. 
 

  To put my story into perspective for outsiders, my Dad and Mum got married very young. They were the kind of kids who couldn't rely on their parents and couldn't wait to get out right at the age of eighteen. Coincidentally, at the age of eighteen, my Mum got pregnant for the first time and in the same year she lost the baby due to a miscarriage.  But even after this very sad and traumatic event, my Mum and Dad stayed together, which is more than a lot of people can say, and they tried again for a child.
 

  My oldest brother was the result. Being super hyper, he ran all over the place and he didn't care much for anyone's privacy. It was adorable to my Mum and Dad, though. They were just happy that they had their own place for their own family and that my brother was healthy.
 

  This lifestyle did come with some challenges, though, as you would imagine. My Dad had to work three jobs to support his family and therefore he couldn't graduate high school. My Mum managed to graduate right before becoming pregnant again with my other brother. My parents, of course, were delighted. They loved and still love us very much. But my second brother was a bit more wild.
 

  Even though my Mum graduated, she couldn't go on to post secondary or get a job because of the extremely rambunctious boys at home. It wasn't their fault, nor was it hers, but it began to make the home life very difficult. Both my parents were stressed out of their minds when I came about. I was a surprise baby. I might not have come at the right time but I was loved all the same.
 

  With two boys who can never stay still and one crying baby, I don't understand how my parents functioned everyday. They were in their mid-twenties with three young kids, three jobs, one apartment, and no one to help them.
 

  When the divorce came, when I was four years old, it wasn't really a surprise.
 

  Having your parents get separated is difficult but thinking about it now, everyone is much happier. Everything my parents planned after the divorce was about my brothers and I. We lived with my Dad full time, whom had gotten one full time job which paid enough, and stayed with our Mum for the weekend every two weeks.
 

  My parents didn't have the best childhood but they managed to make ours great. My Mum and Dad didn't have supportive parents but, as parents, they accept us and help us whenever we need it.
 

  My parents made the best of the situation they were in and of the life they had. They worked hard and raised us the best they knew how and they were amazing at it.
 

  I want to thank my Mum and Dad for every sacrifice they have ever made and I would like to thank them for being the best parents I could ever imagine.