My father. The Man of the House.
in here my Papa dances, i think he's listening to an old song,or some Avril Lavigne single. Taken when I was 16. My brothers were small, they had transformed quite immense.
My father is a history fanatic. I can still remember the days where he used to tell stories about cradles of civilization. I must admit, I have taken a liking on them. They contributed greatly to my interests. With the easy access to internet in our house, my papa makes a time of his life researching for nuggets of information for his lectures and reconnect new trends in history than skimming on obsolete and dusty old-fashion books in the library.
I think I'm having a flashback... *ripples*
Back when I was a dog, ^*&#@* I mean a child, our parents quarrel all the time. I don't remember why, i think its given that I can't recall them at all. Yet for some reason I thought that they're breaking apart, and my mama jokingly asks me if to whom shall I go with if it happens. I chose my papa. I'm happy it never happened. It turns out my parents were attached to strings of a normal married life. I was young then, and I never figured it out that way. My mama's weakness is a notorious amount of cuddles and kisses from my papa, and I don't know what goes beyond that.
I love my parents! and my siblings! And this cheesy family.
