Rich Dad and Poor Dad

In my life, I have two Dads. One is my poor dad and the other one is my rich dad. I haven't met poor dad til I was 7 years of age while I have been with my rich dad ever since I was born. My poor dad is my real, biological father and rich Dad is my half brother whose name is Daddie, in short, Dad. Because my rich Dad's real father died early when he was still two years old and being the only son in the family, he has been assigned as the head of the siblings from that day on; to take over of all the responsibility--- and they called him DAD.

Six years later, I was born. I was a healthy bouncing cute little baby as what my mother always tells me, not until nowadays. The first time I met my poor dad I was all surprised. There was only one line that I remeber vividly up to now. He imparted a whole-hearted advice for me to study hard and do my best to finish studies. He then asked me a question: "Hey son, what's your ambition in life?" Ever since I was a little child, I have always been asked of what my ambition in life is. The more I get older the more I answer those questions clearly but it came to a point where I finally realized that those ambitions were not really ambitions in the real sense, as I thought it is. It become so blurred that I can't see it anymore through out my travails of everday. As I took up my first grader in school, I was accelerated right away to one level up because my teacher told my mother that I'm more than good enough to stay to the level I belonged from.




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