I've always been closer to my mother, I guess. Mainly because she was more of a house wife so she spent more time with me, and was generally the softer parent.
I suppose I admire my dad more than I'd comfortably admit to him. But we've always had a somewhat gruff relationship. I don't like sports, aside from shooting and slightly cricket, and despite having binged Crash Bandicoot when we first got it all those years ago, he doesn't know why I like games so much.
The most emotionally intimate conversation was over a pint in the pub a few months ago.
"What happened to your girlfriend?"
"Broke up."
"Ah."
He did teach me to shoot, though. And despite not doing much together, I've ended up with a very similar sarcastic, blunt personality and sense of humor, though mine extends more into the ridiculous than his does. I look a lot like him, only with dark brown hair instead of his black, and with dark grey-green eyes instead of his pale grey ones.