This is the Moon.
But imagine for a second that the Moon switched places with other planets. This is what you would see (subject to staying alive, of course):
This freaks me out more than it should. I’m hyperventilating
I believe I was the worst birth for my mother. I took long and there were many complications. I think I was the fattest baby, too. I’ve also been a daddy’s girl for most of my life.
Though I’m the middle child (and quite possibly the black sheep), I’ve always been treated as if I was the baby of the family. Growing up, my parents gave me just about everything that I wanted, whether or not they had the money for it. I always had the best gifts and there was no way that Evelyn down the street would have something that I didn’t have. There home videos of me riding my brand new bike or rollerskating in the street with my brand new barbie skates (and later on barbie roller blades). I used to get up to such trouble while my parents working. My mom told me that when I was a baby I shared a room with My, but in the middle of the night I would sneak into my parents room and just start poking at them.
My parents work so hard to get our family by and they’ve been a bit frivolous with money at times, but then again, who isn’t? No matter how much or little they have, they’re always willing to lend a helping hand if I need it. They’re also one of the cutest couples I know. In their mid 50s and my mom and dad still flirt and tease each other as if they were teenagers.
In my high school years, there were so many times that I was annoyed with my mother. Calling me home before midnight, not understanding what I was saying. She’d cut me off with questions that I would’ve answered accordingly and in order and it was so frustrating. Often times I gave her attitude and stormed off—sometimes she deserved it, most times she did not. As I got older and started dating boys, my dad kind of took a back seat. It felt like we grew apart a bit—instead of being the only person to talk to, we hardly spoke at all. The love and affection were still there but during high school (and some of college), the most we talked was hi and bye and sometimes silly banter in the car when he drove me somewhere.
A lot of times I just wanted to get away from home, and eventually my parents became more lenient. I used to never be able to attend sleepovers—even if it was at a relative’s house (though they did leave me at my uncle’s house once cuz I fell asleep and they didn’t want to wake me…but then I woke up crying because they weren’t there so my dad had to come back and pick me up). I went to prom my freshman year and had to have my date come to my house and ask their permission. The following year we were planning a camping trip and my boyfriend a the time had to come over and ask permission for that! Then one night, I accidentally fell asleep at my friend’s house and it’s been kinda laid back ever since then.
The thing with my parents (or at least my mom) is that she will take the time out to meet and get to know my friends. My boyfriends, my friends, my friend’s friends. So that now…if I go out with someone or stay at somebody’s house, my mom knows what kind of person I’m hanging out with. That way she trusts me and she trusts that I’m a good judge of character and maybe it eases her mind a bit to know that I’m with good people. Most boys get all weirded out when I ask if they can come inside and just say hello to my mom before picking me up for a date (but that’s why I’m not with those kinds of boys anymore).
Only recently did I start showing more affection toward my parents. I realized that my younger sisters would kiss them before going out and upon coming back home and that was fine and dandy but it was always difficult for me. Now that I’m not at home anymore, it feels easier to be able to hug my parents and tell them that I love them. I used to always get so choked up about it before (I’m such an emotional person). I find it funny because it was only when I started dating Sarven that I saw how he interacted with his family and that’s how they would greet me also. The first time I met his dad, he gave me a big, long hug and I felt perfectly normal with that. Now that I only see my parents once a week or so, it’s nice to be able to hug them when I see them.
I can honestly say that my worst nightmare was when I dreamed that some thugs were at our old house in Montclair, and they were beating up our Nissan Maxima with some crowbars…and I was just sitting with my dad on the walk way against the wall leading to our front door and I was pleading with him and asking him why we didn’t just go inside the house and lock the door. And he just closed his eyes and murmured something and then they all ganged up on us there. The lead guy was wearing a ring that was kinda like a thumb tack and then he aimed it right into the side of my dad’s nose and I screamed and that’s when I woke up. I ran out of my room crying to see my parents at the dining table eating or talking or something and they asked what was wrong. I said I had a bad dream and they asked what it was about but I was too ashamed or embarrassed to say.
And wow…I don’t think I’ve ever shared that story with anybody.