For me, family is important. Not in the sense that I need his approval before undertaking anything, but because it brings me a lot and, with it, I feel good.
Only, I only realized it recently; Six months ago, when I left home at age 17 to share a Lyonnais apartment with a friend.
But let's take things a step back, when we were still living in the same house.
Warm childhood with a brother and a sister
In addition to my parents, I have a big brother and a little sister, with whom I am only a year and a half apart, which has allowed us to share many things.
As a child, I was very close to them: we always asked our parents if we could sleep all three of us in the same room, we made great wrestling battles on the bed, we chained Mario Kart games on the DS .
We invented games in the garden, we built Playmobil kingdoms, at the birthday of one we invited the friends of others
In short, we got on well even though, of course, there were days of big arguments, screams and tears.
I have always had an "easy" relationship with my mother. By that, I mean that there have never really been bad passes. My mom is a great person, attentive, understanding, funny and kind (and beautiful).
She does not see us as her friends but as her children, whom she loves and helps to evolve and grow.
We have always been close: she loves us and we know, we love her and she knows it.
With my father, it was a little more complicated during my college period. My dad is someone great. He is very funny, very sensitive, likes writing, reading, music, photography, cycling and many other things.
It can be extremely offbeat or delirious: he is (or was, at least) one of the kind to go outside with underpants on his head, to juggle anything and everything in the kitchen, to swallow all kinds of ingredients for to make our cousins laugh, to play with his children at the Playstation, to shout, to dance and to applaud all alone during a street concert, etc.
However, that does not mean that he has remained a teenager or that he wants to act as if he were young: he clearly does not consider us as his friends but as his children.
And despite his madness that I adore, he is also extremely stubborn and can sometimes be very hard.
When he says one thing, one should not generally grumble, and when he is angry, it is better to keep a low profile.
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For me, family is important. Not in the sense that I need his approval before undertaking anything, but because it brings me a lot and, with it, I feel good.
Only, I only realized it recently; Six months ago, when I left home at age 17 to share a Lyonnais apartment with a friend.
But let's take things a step back, when we were still living in the same house.
Warm childhood with a brother and a sister
In addition to my parents, I have a big brother and a little sister, with whom I am only a year and a half apart, which has allowed us to share many things.
As a child, I was very close to them: we always asked our parents if we could sleep all three of us in the same room, we made great wrestling battles on the bed, we chained Mario Kart games on the DS .
We invented games in the garden, we built Playmobil kingdoms, at the birthday of one we invited the friends of others
In short, we got on well even though, of course, there were days of big arguments, screams and tears.
I have always had an "easy" relationship with my mother. By that, I mean that there have never really been bad passes. My mom is a great person, attentive, understanding, funny and kind (and beautiful).
She does not see us as her friends but as her children, whom she loves and helps to evolve and grow.
We have always been close: she loves us and we know, we love her and she knows it.
With my father, it was a little more complicated during my college period. My dad is someone great. He is very funny, very sensitive, likes writing, reading, music, photography, cycling and many other things.
It can be extremely offbeat or delirious: he is (or was, at least) one of the kind to go outside with underpants on his head, to juggle anything and everything in the kitchen, to swallow all kinds of ingredients for to make our cousins laugh, to play with his children at the Playstation, to shout, to dance and to applaud all alone during a street concert, etc.
However, that does not mean that he has remained a teenager or that he wants to act as if he were young: he clearly does not consider us as his friends but as his children.
And despite his madness that I adore, he is also extremely stubborn and can sometimes be very hard.
When he says one thing, one should not generally grumble, and when he is angry, it is better to keep a low profile.