I wrote about how I appreciate the way our parents raised us. We are not a perfect family, as no one is. But it sure is a Home!My father is very headstrong. He likes to win in arguments. That's why we are the last two people who are always left at the dinner table. Haha!
My mother is, well, the kind of mother as mother is defined. That and so much more. She likes to dip her fingers in all our issues. She likes to know everything that is happening to us. She like to give her unsolicited opinions and advises. It was only lately that we became really close. That's when I learned to accept her for her 'motherly' ways and concede that I can't run my life like 'i know it all'. Truth is, mothers still know best. ;)
Jem, the one in blue, is my sister next to me. She is 4 years younger than I am. She's terribly funny. No day is dull when you are with her.
Jez, (far right) is our youngest. She is choleric-melancholic. She likes routine and order. Her compassion is welling up.
And then, there's me. :D
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Beautiful.
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