Bayartsogt Lkhagvajav

My parents were disciplined people under strict socialist supervision. We were three boys born to them. Big brother is just three years older than us. We three were constantly naughty kids. Apparently strict discipline was the only way to raise us. My father treated us as soldiers. Two slices of bread a day was the norm, so you shouldn’t eat more than that. We had to stay home, and since we had no sisters it was our job to clean the house and cook when the parents come from work in the evening. Sometimes my father smacked us.

As we were close in age, we had closer relationship and made our own rules about chores: the one who gets up late makes the bed, an early bird puts on nice clothes and so forth quite playful rules. My twin brother and I studied together in school and we were always together from young age until I went on a mission and my twin went to serve army.
Then on we pursued separate lives. When I returned from the mission, my twin got married. Then I got married to my wife. As Mongolia is patriarchal society, men predominate in roles of political leadership, traditions dictate you should respect your parents. The important thing I learned from my parents was to love, respect, and listen to the elderly, and I also learned that their legacy is useful in life. Another thing I learned from my family was that we can also learn from younger siblings. Now I have my own child. I want to listen to my child and be his best friend and I will apply what I have learned from life.