As a teenager, the two people of utmost importance in my life are obviously my parents. Honestly, I have the best parents in the universe. Okay, fine, a hyperbole, but you get the idea. They are wonderful. We do have rows at times and we don't express our love to each other - typical Asian families, but we love each other dearly.
Ever since I was small, people kept asking me who I liked better, Mom or Dad. I always responded with a friendly smile: both. The truth is, I like my dad better. It is only to be expected, since he is the one that buys my ice cream, gives me big fat panda for present, and lets me watch the telly. My mom, on the other hand, yells at me when I doodle on the wall, farts, and gives me math books to read. In comparison my dad seems lovelier, don't you think? However, as I grew older, I honestly love them both equally. My mum isn't a soft person. She doesn't express her feelings, has a weird sense of humour, and doesn't get teary. She can be very volatile, and she doesn't have a very good temper. I love her nonetheless. She supports this family - the so-called backbone. She wants the best for me and she understands the importance of equality. She listens to my spazzing even when she is occupied and she respects my individualism. Really, I can't expect much more from a mum. She doesn't try to mould me into someone I'm not. I am very grateful about that. She is very kind at heart and she keeps her own morals. She is a person of principle, and I admire that.
My dad is a very interesting person. He isn't shy, no, not at all. He dislikes social interactions, but he does have very good friends. His oldest dream is to get a piece of land and become a farmer. The truth is, I agree with him whole-heartedly. He longs for serene life and a quiet end; I understand. He has a passion for mechanics and electronics. He seems to be the Superman in the household; "Dad, the lamp is broken", "Dad, there's something wrong with the fridge." He gives me security that no one has ever shown and I doubt anyone ever will. I always tell my friends how I wish my future husband can be exactly like my dad: responsible, loving, no ambition, and a lovely sense of humour. My dad and I have so many things in common. We enjoy the same sports, the same kind of books. We both like to sleep, which is very much despised by my mom, and we both have a huge appetite. He is awesome in every way.
I thank God everyday for this wonderful family he has given me. I wish my future family, if there is to be one, could be anywhere close to this fabulous. Despite my great childhood experiences and a very happy family, I don't have a strong desire to have a family of my own. Frankly, I don't understand how people can interact with each other on such an intimate level. I admire the love my parents has between them, but I don't think I will achieve that. I don't understand how two strangers can meet and just hit off, then spend the entirety of their lives together. I am never a romantic at heart, I don't think I will ever understand.
