I Love My Parents

In my own little way.....

I was brought up by mum for my first few years......happy memories.....little snapshots.....

Then, I spent the rest of my life with dad, into my mid teens.....that was great too. Or, should I say, HE was....my grandmother? She didn’t ever fully accept me.....but dad loved me to pieces....

For a brief period of time, in my twenties, they were together again as a couple.....that was my happiest time....but they just couldn’t live together.....

So.....they get on....they’re polite about each other....but separate....

I love them both. Both for different reasons, but love them equally.....

M x