Family

I have a small family. It is only my father, my mother, and me. My family is not really broken, but it is just somehow long distance kind of family relationship. My father is in the Philippines working for the government while me and my mother is here in the US. I grew up in the Philippines with my father. He became my father/mother at the same time when I was in the Philippines. I could still remember that he was always there for me, especially if there was school activities. He never missed any of it. Even though there are some issues going on about him, when I think of him it just reminds me of how proud I am of him. I think there are only few  fathers that can be a father and a mother to their children. While on the other hand, my mother is the one who works hard for our family. Even though, almost half my of life she was not there for me, I can happily say that she is now making up for the time that we were a part.  It is fun to be the only child because all the attention of your parents is with you. Sometimes I just feel a little bit pressured, because I should be the bread winner of  my family and I have no one to help me except for my parents.

            My family is just small and simple. I really not have so much to say about my family, maybe because I lack a bond with them. I am just happy that even if we are a part now my parents still have hope that we could be living in the same house in the future. Plus, I feel blessed and lucky to have a family that love and appreciate each other.