My grandmother, Rokeya Sultana, grew up in urban Bangladesh, with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. His father, my great-grandfather, was the district chief. He went to school or other places by motorcycle, car or helicopter. He was living the life of his dreams. But then my great-grandfather had diabetes and found out about it a month before he died. It was a big shock for my great-grandmother's family because they had to move from the urban city to a rural neighborhood. My grandmother attended elementary, middle and high school as a child. He also holds a teaching degree. She was a good student and a very honest and respectful person. Once she reached the age of 20-21, she married Jonab Ali, my grandfather, and moved to Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. They lived happily and my mother, Naheed Sultana, was born on August 13, 1970. A couple of years later her 3 brothers, Habib, Qamrul and Jafrul Ahsan were born. My mother lived with her siblings, parents, uncles and grandmother (my grandmother's mother). My mother was a very talented child, along with my uncles. They always placed in the top 2 of their class and were also talented in other activities such as singing, drawing and playing sports. My uncles and my mother received at least one award each in all 3 of these categories. Everyone thought that my mother's family was perfect because she was well educated and also did well in school. However, it was sometimes difficult for my uncles and mother to live without a father. My grandfather often moved to different cities in Bangladesh for his job as a civil engineer. My grandmother decided to settle in Dhaka with her... halfway through her studies... going to primary school, along with my father who was studying and pursuing a degree in Computer Science. At the age of 8, my family moved to Dallas, Texas, because my father got a job there. My little brother started kindergarten and we lived there for 2 years, then moved back to Montreal, Canada when I was in 5th grade. I had to take a French course because it was the second language of Quebec, a state in Canada where Montreal was located. But it was fascinating to learn a new language other than my native language and English. I spent 2 years in Montreal and then finally, in 7th grade, I moved to Denver, Colorado. I had to move between different places and schools, which was partly a disruption to my education and partly not because I learned about different cultures that only exist in two different countries, located on the same continent.