I remember always seeing my father, a 35-year-old full-time nurse, sitting at his desk at home, quietly studying his days away. Coming home after 12 hour late night shifts at the hospital and always coming home and going straight to the dark wooden desk that neatly held all of his binders, pens, pencils, paper and laptop, all essential for completing all due university assignments. one of its 6 online courses. My dad never really had the energy to move around or even hold a conversation for more than 5 minutes and I never really understood why. Seeing the fatigue in his red, low eyes, I always wondered why he was so tired. I thought if anyone was going to be tired it should be me, little stocky Terrell in middle school, thinking my life was hard because of my seven college classes and I never really understood how bad his Life was so stressful because it was her choice to go back to school. My sister always looked up to my father with her intelligence and dedication to his education. Since I can remember, my sister has been a skinny, light-skinned girl, locked in her room....