Wedding
My dad asked me what they should give me for our wedding. I almost teared up when he said they don't have anything to give.
To be honest, I've reached an age where I don't want anything from people - let alone the people who gave me life and worked hard to keep me off the streets.
The only wedding gift I want from my mom and my dad is to let me be on our wedding day.
It's gonna be fun, it's gonna be emotional, above all, it's gonna be memorable.
My dad and my mom will be letting go of their only child, but this is where they'd enjoy life on their own.
It does make me feel sad when I think about moving to the other side of the globe. Especially, now that we're working slowly into finalising the details for the wedding.
There are a lot of things that needed to be done. Not just the ceremony itself, but also the bureaucracy that comes with an interracial relationship.
I will always love my parents even from afar. It is heartbreaking, but the fact that I am their only child will never change.
Distance does make the heart grow funder. After 8 months in Argentina, it drew me closer to my dad.
To be honest, my relationship with my mom kinda feels like a lost case, not that I'm mad at her or anything, we just don't float on the same boat, and that is okay. I love her still.