He make's me who I am: Important men in my life

At  50, he's as energetic as he was when he was 37. Although strict as ever, he is fun and funny. He can make you laugh when he agrees with you. He is patient when it comes to his kids but mighty when it comes to his roles. He doesn't expect a thank you but he is always happy when people are happy with him. He loves to laugh but dislikes when you laugh at him. While I was going to college he was supportive of me. He took me back-and-forth from class to home, quickly reminding me my child comes first and I need to get home as quickly as possible. At the same time, he had his days when he'd take me to his home and urge me to eat something, as I was in his eyes, a busy mother attending school. His affection is his warmth, something you can feel when he walks into a room.

A decade younger, he's my shadow. This young man just turned 17. I still remember the times I jumped for joy when hearing about his potential arrival. He was my prize when he was born, and he is now my mirror. Since a tender age he has been about the truth, and tells it like it is. From dressing right to accompanying his family, he's the quiet young boy who turned into a teen.

He's my opposite. He's the quiet shy guy with a smile. Almost 30, his maturity enables to him to balance the ability to console, guide and direct. Elders come to his doorstep for consultation, while the youth adore his laid-back style. He is neutral minded. His eyes are full of warmth. Dressed in casual clothes, perfection is his middle name. He is cultural, professional and family-oriented.