
God no! Everything I have I have because of my mom and dad. I'd jump on a bomb for those two nutjobs.
They sacrificed EVERYTHING to make sure we had every opportunity. I grew up supported, loved, pushed, cherished, happy, and encouraged.
Sure we were broke as hell and living like Little House on the Prairie sometimes lol!
But poverty never kept my parents from loving us with everything they had and if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.
I remember one time, my father put his head in his hands and he was so stressed b/c they had gotten evicted and we were staying in my one bedroom apartment in college.
Or my mother was ashamed one day b/c we once went close to a year without electricity. I remember cutting up dishrags to make wicks for kerosene lamps. But I also remember making shadow puppets with my father and us playing Tunk and blk jack by candle light.
It's hard to discuss, not because I'm ashamed but b/c I really, really hope my parents understand how grateful I am to them. They gave us so much love and positivity growing up even despite the hard times. Sometimes I think they are ashamed of having struggled throughout life but I need them to know I would take the love they gave us over ANYTHING else. They were there for us in every way. From driving me out of state to my first Tae Kwon Doe tournament to seeing my dad cry for the first time when I went to live overseas. From taking food to my sister on the marching band to taking me to the pool everyday in the summer. Me and my dad up at 6am on Saturday watching Conan the Barbarians with mixing bowls full of cereal. My mom interrupting Pirates of Darkwater to make me get dressed to sing in a talent show. I adored my childhood and my family. We are all so close to one another. If there is anything good about me, it's b/c of them.

I adore life and people b/c of the beautiful foundation in love that they gave me. I'm looking forward to helping them both retire and live out the rest of their lives having fun traveling and stuff.