On the day of January 29th, my sister entered in a card game competition, with the prize of publishing your own game. I was oblivious to this. When I first heard of it, my thought was “why the heck are they talking so loudly?” They mumbled about how the foundation would be, how to incorporate both learning and fun in a single game. My mother had to drag her out from working over night on this, actually. My sister displayed discipline as she worked every single day on this, confidence since she believed she would win. No sobbing stories about her losing is a plus, though.
My parents only cared about my grades. I think they may have been depressed while I was growing up. Definitely, no one practiced self-help techniques or knew about them in my family.
