what does life made you after all?

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i had experience almost all of the painful things that life had to give me..i would say it struck me so hard that i dont even know what it made me after all..i thought i was all positive with everything not until after the arguments i dealt with a special person in my life..a person who had taught me how to be strong and move forward no matter how painful life would be towards me.. just when i thought that pride is all that i got for me to keep moving..i was all wrong..when my parents separated..i took descision to come with my mother knowing what is right from what is wrong..it was midnight of july 2001 as i can still remember at about 2:00 in the mornin, i heard mom and dad we're fighting and dad was screaming so loud every one could hear what he was yelling about..its usual you know, for us kids to see them like that..i manage my life to get used of the screams dad has to do each time..mom was crying and all i could see was he was hurting her so bad..i started to scream to dad and trying to rescue mom but dad was strong i cant do anything..mom decided to pack up when dad came to the room and started throwing the our things in the street..i said to myself " this is better to do after all..leave".it was 2:30 we are lost to nowhere..mom and I and my eldest brother, we are carrying all the things that dad threw and had put it to a large plastic bag..people from neighbors started to look at us..it was a big shame for everybody..specially to us..we walked to nowhere..do not know where to knock doors we could stay the night with..so we just manage to sleep on the street..yes, i know how it feels like to sleep on streets like homeless..it lasted for days until my mom's sister had offered her house to shelter us..mom had almost lost her sanity..she just cry, lock herself into the room and as i can see her my heart is crying as tears falls down my cheek..i see her like praying or could it be she's talking to herself..it lasted months..i decided to stop college and start to find a not so good paying job but was enough to cover the expenses..mom, bit by bit had found herself back..thankfully she has seen my efforts and hardwork..she started to have work and had a stay in job as a house keeper of a freind..one of her very good friends had offered me her home and mom said it was great if i do..i stayed there while my eldest brother stayed at the church..with the pastors he sleep in the guard house in the church..it lasted almost half the year..we had took care of our own life after several months of hardwork with pride..i manage to get a small apartment for us and not so long ago, my 2 rest siblings that are left to dad had came home with us..they didnt want to be left behind but we cannot do anything because we are homeless at the time they wanna be with us..dad forbidden them to see us..and that dad's family had abused them so bad.. its was all because of hardwork that i manage to handle a big responsibility, as a mother, a father, a sister and sole bread winner of the family..dad didnt support us and my pride was high enough not to ask for help..yes, without his help.i stood tall upon a pedestal myself..with the relatives that are my critics all the time..they just made me tough and stronger..pride had made me to be on top of them..i wasnt the kid they use to step on and pull on the ground like what they use to do...i'm far more better than what they are now..friends would look up on me and say..look at you now..your so different like what you are before..and yes, its true i say its because of pride and hardwork that made me stand tall..