{LETTER A DAY} Day 3
A letter to your parents.
This is gonna be long.
Dear mum,
You're my best friend. I can't imagine life without you. You're an idiot and you make me laugh so much. Like you said: We make our own fun wherever we go, and we can't not have fun when we're together. You understand me and you're the only person I can really talk to.
I love that you support me no matter what I do or what I choose, and you help me to figure out everything when it becomes too hard. You've never pushed me to do something I don't want to do. When I told you I thought I was bisexual, you screeched and jumped in the air happily, grabbing me and hugging me and then wanting to know all the details. I knew you wouldn't freak out. You're an idiot, and I love you.
I love that we have a song.
I love that we take ridiculous pictures together; I love how you're a fangirl too; I love how we screech lyrics in the car. And your performances of Nino's Niji oh my god.
I remember that holiday in Melbourne, when we went to see the Tutankhamun exhibit and then the Disney one. You went with me and walked through both exhibits, even though you don't like either of those things. And then we sat in the Disney one and drew with ridiculously massive crayons just so we could put our pictures on the wall with the six year olds. On the way back from the Tutankhamun one, it was late and dark and we had to walk through a park and it had been raining, and you took your shoes off and were complaining the entire time and we were laughing so, so hard, shrieking about bats and we were so goddamn loud at eleven at night. The next day, it was still raining. We got lost, whilst being caught in the rain, and we were running but failing and absolutely drenched, but we couldn't stop laughing.
And the night of the TegoMasu concert, when we skipped home and leapt over the zebra crossing - ONLY TOUCHING THE WHITE ONES - and then we ordered pizza from the nice man who couldn't understand a word of English. We ended up with a seafood pizza. We sat in our tiny hotel room in Nagano, picking prawns off our pizza and watching Arashi (who we only started liking at that moment) pull tablecloths out from under glasses.
And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm taking this chance to say, that I had the best day with you today.
Dear Dad,
I don't really have that much to say to you. I love you, I really do, but you never talk to me. You complain that I don't talk to you, but it's because you make it so difficult sometimes.
I like that you kiss me on the head and say, "How's my princess today?"
It's sad that I don't have much to write about. I wish I did. But you're always hiding away in your study or asleep in the other lounge room, and even when I try to talk to you, you either get angry or walk away, and I can tell you don't care.
I really don't know how you remember which one Jin is.
I love your laugh. I love hearing it from the lounge room when you're watching something funny. And even though you're not the best dad out there, I don't really care, because you're mine.
Love,
Amy.
This is gonna be long.
Dear mum,
You're my best friend. I can't imagine life without you. You're an idiot and you make me laugh so much. Like you said: We make our own fun wherever we go, and we can't not have fun when we're together. You understand me and you're the only person I can really talk to.
I love that you support me no matter what I do or what I choose, and you help me to figure out everything when it becomes too hard. You've never pushed me to do something I don't want to do. When I told you I thought I was bisexual, you screeched and jumped in the air happily, grabbing me and hugging me and then wanting to know all the details. I knew you wouldn't freak out. You're an idiot, and I love you.
I love that we have a song.
I love that we take ridiculous pictures together; I love how you're a fangirl too; I love how we screech lyrics in the car. And your performances of Nino's Niji oh my god.
I remember that holiday in Melbourne, when we went to see the Tutankhamun exhibit and then the Disney one. You went with me and walked through both exhibits, even though you don't like either of those things. And then we sat in the Disney one and drew with ridiculously massive crayons just so we could put our pictures on the wall with the six year olds. On the way back from the Tutankhamun one, it was late and dark and we had to walk through a park and it had been raining, and you took your shoes off and were complaining the entire time and we were laughing so, so hard, shrieking about bats and we were so goddamn loud at eleven at night. The next day, it was still raining. We got lost, whilst being caught in the rain, and we were running but failing and absolutely drenched, but we couldn't stop laughing.
And the night of the TegoMasu concert, when we skipped home and leapt over the zebra crossing - ONLY TOUCHING THE WHITE ONES - and then we ordered pizza from the nice man who couldn't understand a word of English. We ended up with a seafood pizza. We sat in our tiny hotel room in Nagano, picking prawns off our pizza and watching Arashi (who we only started liking at that moment) pull tablecloths out from under glasses.
And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm taking this chance to say, that I had the best day with you today.
Click to viewDear Dad,
I don't really have that much to say to you. I love you, I really do, but you never talk to me. You complain that I don't talk to you, but it's because you make it so difficult sometimes.
I like that you kiss me on the head and say, "How's my princess today?"
It's sad that I don't have much to write about. I wish I did. But you're always hiding away in your study or asleep in the other lounge room, and even when I try to talk to you, you either get angry or walk away, and I can tell you don't care.
I really don't know how you remember which one Jin is.
I love your laugh. I love hearing it from the lounge room when you're watching something funny. And even though you're not the best dad out there, I don't really care, because you're mine.
Love,
Amy.