Entry number 0: Practice Round
Last time we talked, we talked about the layers of me, one of which is my brothers... and Hela. But, you never got to see who my parents are. I like to think that I can represent them as one character though.
My mother. |
Yep. Those are the two halves that raised me. I am a mama's boy, I mean look at the dramatic change, who would chose to favor anger all the time. I swear, a better representation would be Joy and Anger from Inside Out, but these are the images that I have in my contacts in my phone. I'm not kidding, I even showed my mom! She thought it was great.
My mother is one of the sweetest, kindest, fun, energetic mother that I know. She would do anything for us just like any normal mother. She has no hate against just about anything like me. Although she is strong, educated, and will stand by the truth. My father, on the other hand is educated, strong, a well structured father figure, yet he just seems like everything bothers him. No joke, I don't know how he survives around here. You can say love is really strong here.
Final Form of Father. |
Why is this important you may ask?
My mother makes the decisions, my father makes the promises. My mother can be fun, exciting, but crazy. My father can be concerned, feel hopeless, but knows how to keep the promise of being a father. Which makes both, loving.
They say kids make us better then who we once were, we give them a chance to come together. We need to feel like we have hope in our lives, but we need the promise of a better today. Strength, as well as knowledge.
Last time you learned about my siblings, now you who my parents try to be.
Balance.
-Brandon.
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