MY NEST
A Dream Built Not for Me, But for My Parents Life has a strange way of shaping us. It doesn’t always go the way we dream it, but sometimes, the paths we take, the sacrifices we make, and the dreams we chase create something far more meaningful than we ever imagined. At my age, I stand with a heart full of pride and gratitude because I have fulfilled a dream that was never just mine—it was my parents’. I built a house. A dream home. Not for luxury, not to show off, not even to feel accomplished in front of others. I built it for my parents—two people who spent their whole lives working hard, sacrificing silently, and giving me everything they could. This house is my way of saying thank you. It is my way of showing love in the best way I know—through effort, commitment, and action. “Last vacation, when I seriously started thinking about building my dream house, I met several people in the field—but none gave me the confidence or clarity I was looking for. I was lost on how to m...
