Love you MY MOMMMY DAAADY
One of the best things in life that I never take for granted is going home after a long, tiring day and having my family ask me if I’ve had dinner already. I mean, I don’t care if you bathe in a tub of money or if you have a zillion fans throwing themselves at you. For me, family is still the most important thing in one’s life (along with faith and friendship, of course). I think it’s rather sad that you see people everywhere talk about how much they love their new Macs, that or a cup of ridiculously expensive coffee, yet, it’s so rare to hear them say they love their families. So let me be not one of those people because I tell you, I LOVE MY FAMILY LIKE WHOAH AND I FEEL EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO BELONG TO A LOVING HOME. Right, this entry is for and about them - my parents (my sister needs a separate blog post altogether). My parents are such characters.I was raised in a normal middle-class, nuclear household in the maximum city. I’ve lived in the same neighbourhood since I was born . My ...