I woke up from an afternoon nap to the smell of my mother's cooking. Yeah! My mother was coming back from work. My mother works as a banker and often comes home late, usually around the time I should be in bed, so I was delighted that she came home early. I went into the kitchen, greeted my mother as is the custom in my family, looked at what she was preparing; she boiled meat, made soup and rice, enough to last at least a whole week. “Mom, has Dad come home from work yet?” I said as I wandered around the kitchen looking for something to stuff my mouth with at the moment, "Yes, he should be in the bedroom", it's both their bedroom and my mother always made sure not to never personalize it as his own. I still don't know why "Okay, thanks", "And tell him the food will be ready soon", my mother shouted as I was already heading to my parents' room. I entered the room, greeted my father. , I talked a little about school and the things I was doing. We quickly ran out of things to talk about. There was always almost nothing to say to my father, once the school discussions were over; all other conversations were also over. I decided to stay with him in his room to watch television while waiting for dinner; my little brother who was then four years old came to join us later, he was probably tired of watching cartoons in the living room, or maybe alone. I guess I'm alone. Ten minutes later, my mother calls us for dinner. As a girl the culture demands that I go to the kitchen to help my mother serve the food, I should also help her cook but I was only eight years old, I was barely allowed in the kitchen. Anyway, I go to the kitchen, bring the tray of food she made for my dad to the dining table, and I had to go back to my parents......at middle of paper...... Cramped, my mother immediately takes me to the room I share with my brother which was the only one not visited by the armed robbers, I see my brother lying there on his bed sleeping. I probably didn't notice when my mother took him to bed before the incident happened. Everyone disperses into their different zones without hesitation. It was definitely going to be a long night. Not for me, I slept immediately when my head hit the pillow. It was a memorable day in all of our lives, a day when my brother and I could have lost a father and my mother her husband. When we think about it, we wonder what our lives would have become, losing the breadwinner would have been definitely disastrous. I'm sure I couldn't have afforded to continue my education and that means I wouldn't have come to Penn State University. Wow! How would it have been?