Like every normal child, I had a delightful childhood with all the needs and wants taken care of by my parents. My father was a job-oriented person while my mother was an active social worker. I was a happy child whose wants were met before even mentioning. For me, happiness was being around parents and getting what I desired as a child. However, things did not remain the same when I turned 10. One sunny afternoon when I returned from school I overheard my parents talking. All I could judge was that we were facing a worrisome situation. All ...