i remember my father woshing our cloth every night , because we didn't have a woshing machine. He would yell out ross and i new what that meant lol

 he would make me grab one end of the towel or jeans and to gether we would twist the water out .

That was my job because i was the strongest  to hold on to dad twisting .

Then he would spend all night in winter turning and drying our school clothes ready for  in the morning. 

When i think of all he did for us it's the day to day struggles we for get 

Getting us up making our luches he was our father and mother as well  .

Dad thank you for teas you cooked 

the cloths you woshed by hand and dryed endless night staying up. 

Carrying grocery home 5km ever day the cleaning up and for just being there and our dad