She’s one of my best friends. There is no me without her.
It’s the same with my dad too b/c I’m a super daddy’s girl.

I would die for them.
One of the best and earliest memories I have is me in kindergarten getting off the bus, at noon and running into my mom’s arms. She would greet me at the bus stop. Then we would go inside and put my things down. Then we would go outside and she would sit on the back of our old yellow Voltswagon bug and hold me. The sun on my face in my mom’s arms, I would fall straight to sleep!
For my dad, I remember him waking me up at 6am on Saturday mornings. Nobody else was up. Just us.
He would be so excited because one time one of our favorite cartoon characters had a time skip!
The little chubby Goku had come back as a grown ass man with a kid and all!
My dad would cook pancakes and eggs and bacon and coffee (but I couldn’t have any), and we would watch the whole damn cartoon line up, from DBZ to X-men from like 6am to 12pm!
Then I would aggravate the hell out of him until he took me to the community pool at the park.
Come back and it would take damn near 3 hours to stretch out, blow dry and detangle my hair. I would fall asleep between my mom’s legs while she did my hair, as I watched my dad struggle to beat the bosses on Sonic.
I don’t put anything over my momma and my daddy. They gave me a GOOD ass childhood. Had so much fun growing up.
