Graduating as a Doctor with a Large Family’s Support

Abstract

I am the youngest child of my family. In the 1960s, I could sit in on the lessons in the elementary school located in the near-by village if there was room in the school transportation. These were the luckiest days when I was allowed to do drawings the whole day in a real class. I admired and imitated the real pupils and my wish was to be one already since I was six. Due to the circumstances, my parents were not able to go to school. My mother used to be sorry because she was allowed to go the so-called traveling school only for two weeks as his father picked her up in the middle of a school day to join the work in logging site.