When I’m quiet and stoic I’m like my dad. When I’m rambling,
babbling and talking up a storm I’m like my mom. When I’m cold and distant I’m
like my father. When I’m warm and when I care too much I’m like my mother. This
is the story of two people, very different yet united by marriage and united
within me. I have my father’s fiery temper yet it’s not quite as explosive as
his was. Very few people see it. I have my mother’s propensity to stress over
everything in my life and my friends' lives, except maybe it’s taken down a notch.
Very few people see it. I have my father’s steely gaze and my mom’s big mouth
and somehow it all fits. Lots of turmoil and anxiety manifests within yet there
is also a simplicity and peace. One side takes control every now and then but
eventually they balance themselves out. I am my mother, my father and I am
Edwin. As improbable a journey as this has been, I never forget to enjoy the ride.
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