Mom and dad were getting older, and I wanted to do something for them. I knew they were having monetary difficulties, and I wanted to help solve their problems. I went to school for HVAC when I graduated from high school and I started working at the local HVAC company upon graduation, and getting my certification. When I realized how I could help them by doing all their HVAC work. When they needed a new furnace, I could get it for them at cost and do all the work to save them money. I knew there were many other things I could do for my parents now that I had a good job with job security. When mom was telling me dad wasn’t doing well, and she was worried about losing their home, I offered to move from the apartment and come home. My fiance agreed to move into the house with me. We had a huge house with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. It would be plenty big enough for mom and dad, us, and our little one that would be born in three months. I made enough money to run the house and take care of all of us. My dad acted like I was taking over his home, but I could tell he was grateful. The more he grumbled, the more he asked to make sure I was doing the right thing for my family. I told him I was closer to the HVAC company and our baby would know his grandparents. How much better could it be?