My in life. Who I am today, and who

My father and my mother inspire me, motivate me and shape me into who I am today. They are my towers of strength. They guide and give me the power to battle barriers in life. Who I am today, and who I will become in the future definitely involve the full support and the full love of my parents. The people I always call mother and father have made me dedicated and have turned me into a strong fighter of my own war of life. They are not the most famous people in the world, however, they are just special ordinary people that make me believe in myself and make me believe that I will be somebody.    My father became my leading exemplar of my education. His hard work led him to become a Math outstanding student during the French Colony in Cambodia and graduated from high school with a good grade, and likewise, his strong commitment to a higher education made him achieve scholarship domestically and internationally. My father, directly and indirectly, convinces me to not give up on my education and always inspires me to even pursue the higher one. His study journey shows me if my father can do it during one of the most difficult times back then, so I will definitely do it during this time. Being one of the youngest sons in his family, he was told to drop out of school so many times regarding the lack of financial support. Among all of his siblings, however, he was the only one who refused to follow and worked his tail off to get some money for his family while studying at the same time. All of his hard work for education and his achievement inspire me so much, that made me study extremely hard during my high school. The motivation from his study journey gave me strengths that I end up becoming a Math outstanding student, graduating with Grade A and getting a scholarship for my undergraduate degree.    Being a leading light of the family, my father would never let me just give up. I am taught that failure is the mother of success, and I am also taught to believe in myself and to be okay to dream big. Back when I was in grade 9, there was a national Math competition for secondary school students. I joined it as everyone said I was good at Math, however, I failed since the first round, which made me feel ashamed of myself and wanted to quit school right after. I locked myself in my room without turning on any light and refused to have any meal. I got a very long letter from my father that he sliced it under my door to let me see his failures when he was about my age. Finished reading his letter, my eyes burst into tears. I cried because I was so proud of him, and it was also a cry to end my failure and to start a new chapter of life. In that letter, my father showed me how he used to fail to enter the top class in his high school, how he failed to be selected to join IMO (International Mathematics Olympiad), and how he struggled to succeed in his first business. Comparing my difficulties right now to the difficulties he met twenty years ago, I started to trust myself that I will definitely accomplish my goal as long as I stand up whenever I get knocked down.    My mother is a good cook in the family, but besides that, she also plays an important role in my life as well. My mother has coached me to always put a smile and to look at the positives in life instead of worrying about the negatives. Back to my high school, when I was in grade 10, I took the Singaporean scholarship examination for high school students, however, I failed. I was so frustrated, and I thought it was the end of my world. My mother came to me and persuaded me to keep that failure as an experience. She told me to focus on my future instead of looking back to the paste. Her advice also helps me a lot, especially when I started my life abroad. Being here alone sometimes stresses me out, and my mother is the one who keeps telling me to see the bright side and put the dark side as the opportunity to gain new challenges and experience. When I just finished my one-year Korean language and came to Kyung Hee for my undergraduate degree, my first semester was horrible as 80% of all my classes were taught in Korean.  I was truly about to drop out of school and went back home, but my mother calmed me down. She told me not to force myself into feeling depressed, but instead, to appreciate my own hard work, and to accept the result because that was the best I could do. She told me not to give up on a small difficulty because I am going to meet a harder one in the future. Even though I am really busy with my study, but my mother keeps calling me every week to check how I am doing here.    I was so grateful that my mother, who never attended college, was trying her hardest to earn money and to help support the family, especially me. Before my father went for his Ph.D. in Japan, I spent almost my everyday time with my mother because she was a housewife without any outside job. Eventually, things got changed a bit after my father got his scholarship to Japan. The living allowance my father got from his scholarship could only keep himself survive, so my mother needed to do something to feed me and herself. I went to school as normal, and my mother got a store in the supermarket. She left early in the morning and came back late at night, so we spent less and less time together. Arguments led to more argument almost every day up until one evening when my mother finally broke down. She cried and told me she wanted things for my own good and a bright future for me so that I would not have to work as hard as she did just for a living. I admired her for speaking up to me and always buying things I yearn for with her little money while she did not even dare to buy for herself. Other mothers might not be speaking, but instead, yelling at their kids for asking them many questions and begging them for buying stuff.    Both of my parents have always been teaching me to a be strong and independent woman. Growing up watching my parents fight for a living instead of divorcing because of the financial issue like many other couples did was what really made them my role model. They did not just stop and let the poorness control and separate them apart. They both tried their best and kept moving forward together. Each of them teaches me not to let anything handicap me from doing what I want to do in life. I am so thankful that I have my personal counselor whom I can talk with about my personal life, my education process, and my future plan. When I grow older and get married, I hope I can be there for my children, and make a memorable impact on their lives just like the way my parents have been doing for me.