Memory Of My Parents

I can not remember the first memory with my mother nor my father. I remembered how they lived thou. My mother was a very spiritual person she taught me about how the earth provides and we take what we need. She also taught me how some can take too much. My mother would talk about loved ones she had lost like they had been there and she cared just as much as the living ones she would talk too. My mother raised me in her belly as my father left shortly after I was born. My mother never showed me her pain. She was always strong. She was such a hard worker and business women that till this day she remains the same. Shortly after my father left my step father arrived I loved having a man who would teach me what my father couldn’t yet I was afraid. My step father loved lots of things including my mother, he loved cars, Nascar, drinking and smoking and hanging with family. He loved snakes and model cars and would always tell me how real men act around ladies and other men. He always believed I was worth something more then what others saw me as. He protected my mother and us. They where two people lost in the eighty’s madly in love. I was proud to have them as my parents.