My dad

My dad was born in Rabbat, Morocco. One of 6 siblings, my dad was raised with very strong family morals and the idea that each member of the family must contribute. Whether it be Friday night Sabbath or even just setting the table, my dad has carried these family traditions over into our family. But I can't imagine how hard the transition must have been; from living in poverty in Rabbat to living in the crazy city of Los Angeles. Even today, my father sometimes complains to me about the differences and how our family life differs greatly from his, as his family was constantly together and working from the age of 13. I always love hearing his stories, how he would play with slingshots in the streets to break the street lights, or hang out with his friends. But the most important lesson I've taken from my dads story is to appreciate all I have. He moved around his entire life, and always advises me to keep hold of my friends that I have now, as I have lived with them my entire life, something he never had. I wish to talk to him about this change, and how he managed moving cities and friends all the time, and what he had to change in order to "fit in" in every city.