My Parents

I don’t know how to describe my parents. For one, they’re divorced. I guess I should get that one out of the way right off the bat. I was in Grade 5 when it happened. I could go into detail on why, but I’m not going to. Why? Because I don’t particularly like to talk about it.

Anyway, my parents are great, really, despite them being split up. They always tried to get along for the benefit of my brother and I. When I think about it, they get along a LOT better than a lot of other divorced parents I know.

My dad is something special. He’s where I get my Chinese heritage, but he’s not your typical off-the-boat Asian. He tries really hard to keep our Chinese culture alive, even though he doesn’t speak any Chinese, and I really appreciate everything he does. He’ll make me dim sum and buy me weird foods from Chinatown when he goes to Vancouver. He’ll change the oil in my car and swap my summer tires out for my winter tires. But – he’ll also drive me up the wall with random phone calls (which don’t occur as frequently since I moved out a couple years ago). My dad is pretty awesome.

My mom is always there for me when I need to vent about anything. I was a little bit of a problem child growing up, but I’ve learned to appreciate everything she’s ever tried to teach me. My mom frequently laid down the law but in the end, it was for my own good. My mom and I are a lot a like in many ways. Kyle says we sound the same when we whine, which is kind of true. She’s also my go-to person when I go shopping. I don’t know why, but I like shopping for clothes with my mom more than my friends. She just knows what works for me. (A mother’s instinct maybe?)

My parents may not be perfect, but they’re mine, and they’re awesome in my eyes.

Tomorrow: Your Siblings