I don't live with my parents anymore, but I only live about an hour's car ride away so I see them fairly often.
My mum is a natural born worrier. About anything and everything. When I finally admitted to her at 16 that i'd taken up smoking (she'd actually known since I was 14 and did't say anything xD), she started buying me cigarettes because I had no ID at the time, so she's always been great to me. Although it can get on my nerves, I love helping her emotionally. She had to have a biopsy of her breast for cancer this week, and I spent ages on the phone calming her down and asking her if she wanted me to come home. The only downfall she ever had, and some people might not see this as a bad thing, is that she did everything for me. So when the time came to move out, I was totally clueless! But not so not to worry her I adapted on my own and now I think I'm a better person because of it. So maybe it was a good thing after all.
My father on the other hand, well we've always had a strange relationship. I wasn't always the most well behaved child, and he isn't known for his temperance. But whenever I've needed him he's come through for me, even though when it comes to finances he's a pretty tight bastard
We hit a bit of a rough patch when I was 16. For reasons I won't post here we got into a fight. Now I'm normally a pacifist unless the time calls for action, (and we still argue to this day who threw the first punch) but I unintentionally dealt him a lot of damage and nearly broke one of his ribs. The strangest thing is that after than we've become closer than ever. I guess it just goes to show, no matter what happens you can always rely on your family. I really love my parents and i'm not ashamed to admit that.
I think Mark Twain put it the best.
?When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he'd learned in seven years."
