As one child of a mere mother in cold Russia, I never knew where future would take me. My mom had to work several jobs to support my childhood, and I would never see her. From her words, I got to know that she would come around 2 a.m (sometimes) and kiss me on a cheek, while I was asleep, and leave at 6 a.m. So I was raised by a Russian grandmother who meant a lot to me. She was the first person who built educational fundamentals in my mind.
When I was in third grade, my mother and I moved to Turkmenistan. We moved to a small town, and I declined to go to a local school there because I didn’t speak the native language. My mother insisted on