Day 3 - My Parents

Lets start with the insignificant and least important:

I have a stepfather (I guess he counts as a parent). I absolutely D I S L I K E him. He's of no consequence to me. There's no love in my heart for him, at all. Did I mention that he's the phoniest person I've met in my entire life?

My father is in Nigeria. We have a weird kind of relationship. We're not close but I know I love him (even if its a little). He's not been a perfect father or the kind of father I sometimes wish I had but he has a FEW strong points. I think my father likes me least of his three children because he's said to me that I'm just like my mother. My father is kinda scared of me (weird right) because I'm blunt; he didn't let me know this but my uncle told me (don't tell my father I know!). He's the really cool parent. I just have to be like "I'm going to visit my friend" and there are no questions asked. He's also way more liberal about things than my mother. I feel like he trusts me to handle issues more than my mother does. He has so many faults, we don't always get along, I feel he doesn't care at times, I act like I don't care many times; but I do. I miss you dad.

My mother! There's too much to say. We also have a kind of relationship. I'm closer to her than my father but I'm not really close to her. She doesn't really know me & there are way too many things I can't tell her. I would rather talk to my friends about my issues than her. I love her, no doubt. She drives me crazy and all. We get along better when we are apart. My mother is more of the provider for my siblings and I & if anyone knows the kind of sacrifices she's had to make for us, it's me. I appreciate her for all these things. Even though I pray for a better relationship with my future children than the one we have now & I hope that I'm very close to my children - a better mother, I know that my mother tries her best for me (and my siblings) and has made her best efforts to raise us better than she was raised - without the love of a mother or father in the house of people who treated her like a slave; she's succeeding just as I hope I succeed at raising my children better than I'm being raised so that with each generation the bond between mother and children gets stronger.