No pictures are to be shown, since my mom dislikes having her picture put up on the internet, assuming that she might get mom-napped one day after being seen by a serial killer or some stalker of hers/mine. Yes, her imagination is that creative and wild. And people wonder why we're related. *Stares into space*.
As for my dad, he doesn't care. But ever since my mother implanted that scary thought into my head, I've decided not to place any photos of them here. I mean, who knows right? Rofl.
Okay, lets start off with my dad. *Breathes in*
My dad, I swear, is one of the biggest critic I've ever had in my life. And trust me, I'm not the only one in the family who thinks this way about him. Lets just say, he has a habit of criticizing the way you dress, the way you look, your body size, your hair, your face, your skin complexion/condition, the way you talk/walk, the way you eat, etc etc.. And the list goes on. No one in the family has not been commented or *whispers* insulted by him before. Maybe that's the reason why I'm always so hard on myself, or that I'm always aware of the way I look. But yeah, I swear, if it wasn't for him, maybe I would have ended up being despised by the outside world instead? Who knows. :)
As for his good traits? He's a very, protective dad. *cough* sometimes too protective.
My mom, on the other hand, is the total opposite of my dad.
One word to describe her? Generous. Yes, she's generous. No other bigger words could describe how much she means to me, and all the things she has sacrificed in her life for me and the family.
& maybe when I have the chance one day, I'd like to make a best mother award and present it to her.
Hopefully that would put a smile on her face for once. A true, and sincere smile.♥
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