Author name: Beevn F Thacks

I am most proud of myself for being a responsible father. When my daughter was born 18 years ago, words can never describe the feeling I got.

A couple of years from now, I will be retiring from being a school bus driver. I had been wary about how crimes had been rising, and with my age, I needed to have a self-defense tool to compensate for the loss of my physical prowess.

If truth be told, the internet helped my daughter out of her timid self as a grade schooler. When she hid behind the monitor, she did not feel embarrassed for speaking her mind. She turned 15 recently, by which time she can socialize gracefully.

My parents were more excited than I was as they brought me to the university dormitory. After I settled in my room, they gave me a small box that contained a lipstick, a pen, ring, some stuff.

After the band concert, we heard a loud whistle coming from a small boy. He was about 10 and was not very far from us. It was a piercing sound that we could not turn away from.

As working parents, we have a lot on our plates. Although we are devoted to our boy’s upbringing, fatigue sets in. As regards family protection, sometimes I think we could be sharper in looking out for threats.

I learned a valuable lesson the hard and painful way. As I sat on my hospital bed with my right leg in a cast, ugly stitches on my left brow, and black and blue on my arms, I recalled how quick the attack was that left me helpless.