I always thought my parents were abnormal. Their love, even now, after 16
years of marriage, is as true as the second day of marriage. None of my
friends believe that they have been married so long. Its nice, not having
to worry if they'll divorce, but their infatuation with each other also has
its downsides.
Like on my birthday, two months ago. I had just gone to the DMV and I arrived home a smidge earlier then planned (I had skipped school to get my license).
I heard noises that no child should ever hear coming from their parent's bedroom. Needless to say I ran out the door and drove around for another two hours.
I spent the time to myself wondering about my parents. My mother was different from any other mom I knew. Thanks to her, I can speak six languages and I am a master in most martial arts. I always wondered about her past, where she learned everything. She doesn't talk about life before my father at all. There aren't even any pictures before the wedding.
The only thing here that connects her to the past is Poppa Jack, her dad. He's a good grandfather, even if he does have a hard time expressing his feelings. Poppa is also a mystery to me. He can hide his expressions so well. We used to have a game when I was little to guess what each other were feeling. He always won. I know for a fact that he has some martial arts training because I saw him use it with my own eyes. We had been walking down an alley as a shortcut when some crackpot grabbed my purse. Poppa was quick as lightning, knocking the guy unconscious. He wouldn't answer any of my questions.
That's a rule in our house. No one asks, no one answers.
After thoughts about Poppa had roamed around in my head for some time, Dad came to mind.
Mom always said I had his emerald eyes, and that we both sparkle like gems.
Dad has taught me the one thing that is important in life. Love. I'll always remember what he said to me when I told him that I didn't need love.
"Love is everything. Without love, you are an empty shell. Life is meaningless without the love of another. I went around too long believing that I was fine without love. It almost killed me."
I had asked him if mom had saved him.
" Your mother saved me in so many ways. She saved me physically, mentally, and emotionally. Our love was fought for."
Those words had puzzled me, but I had never received an explanation.
I have a feeling I'm getting one today.
Like on my birthday, two months ago. I had just gone to the DMV and I arrived home a smidge earlier then planned (I had skipped school to get my license).
I heard noises that no child should ever hear coming from their parent's bedroom. Needless to say I ran out the door and drove around for another two hours.
I spent the time to myself wondering about my parents. My mother was different from any other mom I knew. Thanks to her, I can speak six languages and I am a master in most martial arts. I always wondered about her past, where she learned everything. She doesn't talk about life before my father at all. There aren't even any pictures before the wedding.
The only thing here that connects her to the past is Poppa Jack, her dad. He's a good grandfather, even if he does have a hard time expressing his feelings. Poppa is also a mystery to me. He can hide his expressions so well. We used to have a game when I was little to guess what each other were feeling. He always won. I know for a fact that he has some martial arts training because I saw him use it with my own eyes. We had been walking down an alley as a shortcut when some crackpot grabbed my purse. Poppa was quick as lightning, knocking the guy unconscious. He wouldn't answer any of my questions.
That's a rule in our house. No one asks, no one answers.
After thoughts about Poppa had roamed around in my head for some time, Dad came to mind.
Mom always said I had his emerald eyes, and that we both sparkle like gems.
Dad has taught me the one thing that is important in life. Love. I'll always remember what he said to me when I told him that I didn't need love.
"Love is everything. Without love, you are an empty shell. Life is meaningless without the love of another. I went around too long believing that I was fine without love. It almost killed me."
I had asked him if mom had saved him.
" Your mother saved me in so many ways. She saved me physically, mentally, and emotionally. Our love was fought for."
Those words had puzzled me, but I had never received an explanation.
I have a feeling I'm getting one today.