My father said it was hell raising us all and my mother left when she was unable to cope with the situation because she has always told my father that we should move together to England and get a better life but my father refused because he believed he can change things back there in his home country. At the outset, after my mother has ran to England living the kids behind my father began to suffer from livercyrosis because he was an alcoholic and never wanted to call for his father financial assistant for us, the illness eat deep into his liver and his father spent a lot on biopsy and therapy trying to manage his life but it got to a time my grandfather gave up on him by saying he warn him about my mother because His alcohol intake increased due to the heartbreak he got from my mother which led to the vicious cycle of the disease.I started taking care of my father all by myself and with the help of his life insurance but to all effort I watch the jewel I cherish so much die in my arms that is the day I will never forget in my life but before he died he proclaimed to me to go in search of my mother and never work as an Art maker due to the experience he had and he said I should give myself a better education so that I can raise my sister. I cried all through those years of struggling but later moved to my grandfather's house and at that time I made through my way to England at the age of 17 in search of my mother and explain everything that happened, but at that time my mother was not even on the best side because she was married to someone else and things were a bit difficult but as a man I could stand it all. She still loves us very much but there was nothing she could do.