We all have that paper from school where we list or legal guardian. You know… that person that takes us to school, or is responsible for us (at least most of the time). For most of us it’s our parents or grandparents. And within our parents one of them always stands out in the papers that we have to take back signed. My case would be my mom. Not because girls rule or anything like that, but because she deals with the people and my dad deals with us. Simple as that. I know I’ve never motioned my family, and I know that maybe it doesn’t sound like they’re important, but they are. Somehow they are. This is family can truly be described as a puzzle. My dad is maybe the most valuable piece (not to give him more credit than mom, but he is especial in his own way). My dad is younger than my mom by [we can say a] good amount of years (I find that kinda cool actually). Regardless of the age difference they seem happy and in love. Everything is fine with our lives; I would say… the only thing that’s dragging us down would be my dad’s disease at this point. My father suffers a combination of diabetes and depression. It’s extremely hard to see your dad complaining about his life every freaking day. It’s difficult when a father reminds you how much they hate the place where they live and the things that they don't have anymore because of you. It’s hard when he blames everything… even his disease on you. And I would say maybe it’s understandable he tries to blame someone else for his condition, but it gets to a point when you get depressed in the process and you start forcing yourself to believe that everything is a nightmare or a bad dream. That’s when you lose the sense of reality and you start questioning yourself about your own existence and your purpose in what we call “life”. Or it gets to a point we’re you can just ignore everything and close you mind just for those 5 minutes… because if you don’t, this might somehow get in your system and make you write stuff like this late at night. And it’s harder when they tell you that they’re just waiting to die, because they lost their sense of living… Yes everything is hard when you get a life like this. No one said this life was easy, no one said everything was gonna be given to us, so I think I should keep my optimism and start living now. Maybe I don’t get to wake up a week from now; maybe I don’t get to wake up in two days or even tomorrow... That’s why I think I should enjoy what I have for now even if it’s not everything or enough. Wish my dad would change he’s way of thinking… wish he was more like.. like his real “himself”. I don’t know at this point. He still has, so many things to see and live. Maybe not in my life but my brothers need him. My mom needs him. I’m pretty sure others too… I hope he can realize that soon. I hope he can stop over analyzing everything and live and enjoy… who knows maybe that’s what he’s doing… All I can say is that I need him, and I don't want him to leave this planet any time soon. Hope he stays here as much as we both can…hopefully.