Mom... Dad... What Are You Doing?

I absolutely love, adore, my parents. They are the best, speacially when they defend me against my brother. Thats not a real reason to why I love them, its all about how incredibly nice and awesome people they really are. Its funny how different and alike they seem. They love each other to death, I've never met another couple that loved each other more than my mom and dad. Their love is eternal, not even death can set them apart. I love that.

My mother has two personalities. She doesnt have mental issues or anything, its all about the mood she is in. For example, if she is very tired, comes home, its all hot and there is no food ready, she gets really upset. You can forget about going out, its best if you dont even try, you'll wind up dead if you do. But, when she is happy, when the business is running good, and there is good money, she can say yes to anything. When I say anything, I REALLY mean anything. It even sounds nice, anything. Its like she is divided in two. I love her, she is the best mom in the whole world. To me at least.


My father is a very good role model to any guy anywhere. He is very patient, comprehensive, honest, kind, gentle, caring, loving, bad temper (that only happens when he is in a bad mood)...well the list could go on forever. He's been in the army, and he is proud of it. When he was young he started studying Law, but gave it up to follow his dreams, being a dentist. I cant blame him, at first I also wanted to be a dentist, but changed my mind, because I cant have such a regular job. He has a bad side, like my mom. When he gets upset, you better not talk to him, or you will eventually die. None of my brothers nor I would ever make him cry, on purpose of course. Its like its a sin in our house. When you make our father cry, you are the most terrible person that has ever lived, and you dont deserve to be alive anymore. For real. He is such a good father, I love him. Best dad in the whole world, to pretty much everyone I know.

I am very thankful to have my parents the way they are, hence I am a very wealthy person emotionally, for that there are no words to express how lucky I am. There are people out there who aren't as lucky as I am. Not to sound cocky, but I know kids that have bad parents, I just guess those parents had parents themselves. Cant blame them, sorry. Every night when I go to bed, I always ask God to protect them for me, 'cause they are the best thing that has ever happened to me. My heart is full of their love. I love them. Too damn much that it doesnt even fit in my entire body.