Day 4 - Your Parents.
You start of as a sperm, swimming to the ever-coveted egg cell. When you get there, you are caressed by the sweet walls of the cell, and soon enough you become a fetus. You are growing inside a space slowly getting smaller and smaller and smaller. Nine months in, you feel yourself forcefully moved out of your small space. Then, you realize you can move your limbs. You can finally hear your own voice. But you notice something even more interesting. You feel a smooth cloth on your body. You feel yourself moving by some unknown force. You start to hear heavy breathing, and some sort of joyous sound. You then feel heat across your body. Someone’s crying right above you; tears of joy from the sound of it. Your mother is caressing you, and your father standing by her, tearing up at the sight of you. These are your parents, and you hear the first words from their mouths: “Hey there, baby. I love you!”.
For 17 years, I have lived in a house full of people I have come to love very dearly. But the incredible duo that I love the most are my parents, R and G (Names are withheld until I get permission from them). I mean, it’s pretty obvious why I love them. For crying out loud, they’re my parents! They are the cause of me, and I couldn’t thank them enough for causing me.
R, my dad, is the man I want to be when I’m a father myself. He appreciates all my achievements, and never fails to push me to greater heights in life. He gives me the freedom to create things for myself, whether it be my music, or my writing. He is the bearer of the greatest and corniest jokes in the world. He is always the one picking me up from late nights out. He holds conversation when needed. He listens all the time, even when I’m not making sense anymore. He drives me to be a great father in the future, and a great man right now. He is my role model. He’s one of my bestest friends. He is my dad. I can’t not love the guy.
My mom, G is a woman I’ll always have a special place in my heart for. For nine months, she put up with nausea, stress, and my annoying playfulness when I was in her womb. For 17 years, she has been putting up with me. This is why I love my mother so much. She has always provided for me, whether it be money-wise or when I need advice. She never fails to set me straight when I go astray. My affinity for Music comes from her, and I cannot do anything but thank her for that. She’s always game for shopping and hanging out at malls. She always gives and gives and gives. She doesn’t expect anything back. She is supportive, and at the same time demanding. She always pushes me to do better in school, and in life. Although she thinks I’m up to something when I say this, I’ll say it anyway. I love you, mom! Forever and ever!
My parents are my driving force, and my reality check. I love my parents. They are the best people in the world. No one can say otherwise.
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