I am beyond happy to say that I love my parents so much. They have made me who I am, and I am proud to say that I am growing up to be like them. I feel like in my 25 years, I’ve put them through absolute hell in about ten of those, but they have always bailed me out. Recently, I have acknowledged that I am truly my fathers daughter. I am stubborn as hell, but I will work as hard as anyone, and I have more compassion than most other adults. When I was younger, I defied growing up to be like my dad. I am now fully aware of why he has always said what he says, and does what he does, and whatever it is that he is doing is with good reason. My parents have provided all the necessary tools for me to become successful. For the longest time, I looked at things as though “I can never please my parents” when really, as long as I tried things, and never gave up, I absolutely pleased them. My dad recently told me to never say that “I can’t” do anything. I am so blessed to have the parents that I do, who still love each other, stand by each other, and support their children. I’m never going to take for granted the time that I share with them. RESPECT: that’s the key thought here, really.