thick as blood.

prepping up this week for the battle tomorrow and I got a good feeling about this, taking my sweet time and making sure I can put up a mean fight with earl tomorrow.
If he reads this then I'll punch him because he should be practicing, I haven't seen him in a long time and still owe him his birthday beaaats.

Afterschool today my dad called me while i was practicing and asked if i was going anywhere tonight, I said no and I'd be home after practice. First reaction to that question is, something must be up. At home I knew either; I'd done something wrong, they'd found out about something, or a big change was about to happen, either way it was going to be bad news.

Finally he says, I need to talk to you for a bit. Of course it's just the two of us at home, and we sit at the dinner table. By now I'm expecting the worst.

He started with my grades(which I agreed with him were below par), and he also let me get my input in. He went on with the family and he even got into a bit of how his parents were when he told them he was leaving Vietnam.

The whole formality of this was completely foreign to me. Usually when we talk about my grades I feel like shit, and it ends with both of us frustrated.

My mom's way of telling me, is with yelling, and hurtful comments and then she tops it off with in a nutshell "Sorry, I'll stop caring from now on"(which shakes me up no matter how many times she says it, but has never gone through with it, luckily)

I even told her once, why can't she for once just sit me down for once and talk to me like a human, and that i'm not a dog. (that of course was followed by s'more hurtful material of hers)

Instead this evening I left the table feeling more love for my parents, though it was my father than sat me down and talked to me. Whatever he did I appreciate it more than I could ever express, and it made me realize how understanding he actually is.