Ooh, that's nice little girl. I'm so happy for you. What a blessing, you have
two parents in the same house, and they both gave you your genes. What
a miracle. Doesn't happen to the rest of us, you know. You're so
lucky...
No. No, no, no. It's not all luck! It's work and sacrifice and pain! My parents
are not perfect. They fight. Sometimes they yell. Often they disagree.
Differences in opinion lead to stubborn will and sometimes no one
wants to compromise. So someone gives in. Or they come to an unwilling
compromise. And then they forgive. Not to mention, they still love
each other. This is not some dull fact that they have told me. It
is an observation. I see them showing love to each other, in a touch, a few
whispered words and a shared smile, in the way my mother calls my
father when something is wrong to get advice or reassurance.
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