Once upon a time, the housekeeper's daughter lived in shame. Her parents weren't like the parents of her friends. Her friends parents were computer programmers, nurses, teachers and engineers. She knew this because every year they would come to school for career day. They would come in, talk about their careers and hand out pencils while their child would beam with pride as other children would tell them how cool their mom or dad was. My parents didn't have careers they had jobs. My mom is a housekeeper and my dad is a parking valet. Of course when I was much smaller I loved my moms job. I would always play with the house owners children. I would also get snacks and swim in their pools. It was a life of luxury and I looked forward to summer and teacher work days so I could go to work with my mom. But fun and games soon turned out to be cleaning and scrubbing. When I turned 10 I was then asked to wash window and dust furniture. This wasn't fun this was work and it wasn't fair. Why couldn't the house owner clean her own house? My mom cleaned 5 a week including her own. I then became ashamed of what my parents did. When asked what they did for a living I would say that my
Mom had her own business and my dad was a store manager. It wasn't completely a lie but I still felt guility each time after I said it. Why should I be ashamed my parents probably work harder than all my friends parents put together. It wasnt until last year when I stopped feeling ashamed of them and I started feeling proud of my parents. I mean why shouldn't I? They do everything they do for my brother and I. So one day we won't have to work as hard as they do and when that day comes I hope their just as proud of me as I am of them.