If there’s someone I admire most in this world is my dad. He and my mom raised me and my three other siblings with their modest business, a diner in Hartford. It was a pretty busy diner as far as I remember. Dad who’s quite good in the kitchen managed to create bestseller meals that made our diner famous in central Connecticut. Mom who’s an innate artist did a great job with the quaint ambience and also manages the cash register.
As soon as we reach our teens, my siblings and I were asked to help in the diner. My two older brothers waited at tables while my young sister was a reliever of mom in the cash register. I on the other hand, am quite good with numbers and negotiation so I asked dad if he can trust me with the accounting and inventory and marketing of our stocks in the kitchen. One night I joined my brothers for coffee. We all admired the hardwork and partnership of our parents. To my surprise I found out that my brothers are thinking of starting a trucking business. I naturally congratulated them and offered my support when they need someone in the accounting arena.