(Photo credits: Manmadham Kesavan)
See those lovely faces up there? Well those are my parents. And today I will be telling all of you about the two most important people in my life. I’m so tempted to also include my brother because I feel like he deserves a post, but unfortunately he’s my brother so I will not talk about him, at least for today.
Lets start off with my dad. I’m a little upset that no one thinks I look like him, except for my nose. I’ve always felt like my parents are very good looking people! My dad is the lenient one, it’s almost as if my mom is the ying and my dad is the yang. I’ve always been envious of the fact that my dad seems to be the one person I know who doesn’t care about what other people think about him. He really doesn’t. And I’ve always cared so much that it’s always bewildered me. My dad is an engineer and I’ve always loved the fact that he’s not the type to brag. I remember finding out he had an incredible memory and being really surprised. And when I tried asking him about it, he denied it. When I was younger I thought my dad was superman and that no problem was too big to solve. If there’s one thing I know for sure about my dad is that I am one of the people he loves most in the entire world. I am certain of it. I love the fact that he can be silly but he can also be serious.
Now unto my mom. My mom is a phenomenal human being and I mean this with the utmost sincerity. She’s the type of person who if she only had a piece of bread to live on, she would give that piece to the person next to her. My mom is my best friend and in many ways she’s a role model to me. I aspire to one day do the things my mother was able to do and with just as much poise and charisma. She encourages me to be more and want more every day of my life. And showed me that I am far more capable than the limitations I put upon myself. My mother is a nurse manager and the only person I know who can gracefully function on 3 hours of sleep. She loves to garden, even if she’s not that great at it, and have a spectacular niche with making food. My dad is lenient, but my mother is strict. I remember forgetting to call her one day when I was at my dorm only to find 10 missed calls, voicemails and then texts from my brother. Over the course of 24 hours, she thought I died. Needless that was the last time I forgot to call my mom.
I love my parents for so many reasons and I find myself so grateful for having them in my life. Whenever I really needed something, they have always been able to provide for me and more. They graced me with amazing genes too! (I’m just joking…or am I?)