I’m proud of what we achieved and keep pushing with my parents.
We don’t share much. They can live without music, I cannot. I have no idea what they’re watching on TV and they don’t know anything about blackness.
Our bond has been solid though. After seeing them this year (we made it!!!) with our future plans and having the conviction that we’re going to be well, the bond feels immutable. Maybe it’s because it is a conscious bond: they decided to adopt me, so did I. Maybe because it is a bond that allowed us to be who we want to be without conflicting each other. Mutually Applied Mindfulness, since we met. It was our duty.
They are fiercely independent and as close to incorruptible as one can be. I think that might be were I definitely took on them.
Give it up to honest, loving in a very lowkey sense relationships with relatives. A bit dry sometimes, but no spoiling means endurance.