Today, on the 8th of March, I am going to do something a little different.
I want to mention my dad.
Who no matter what, always put his family first.
Who would help my mum preparing dinner, even after a long day of work.
Who inspired me to find the right education.
Who would paint his mothers house during a well deserved vacation.
I want to mention my boyfriend.
Who has been a great support during my mental breakdowns.
Who would make me smile or laugh every day.
Who puts a blanket on me when I fall asleep on the couch.
I want to mention my chess teacher.
Who saw the potential and passion in me.
Who would promote me to the local newspaper each time there was a tournament.
I want to mention my math teacher.
Who would spend extra time to teach me stuff from the next year because I liked the subject so much.
I want to mention the only classmate.
Who sit next to me and share his lunch with me when nobody wouldn’t.
I want to mention my manager.
Who hired me after school because he wanted to give me the chance for something I was passionate about.
This post is not an ode to all the brave and courageous women, but to the man who never disrespected me.