Heros

They're my heros.

I don't think anyone will ever really understand why I act the way I do, why I think the way I do, or why I am who I am. I don't think I ever will. But for sure, my parents played a big role in molding me and shaping me into the person I am today.

I don't regret giving up my "first car". I don't want it if I haven't earned it. I don't want it if my heros have to work for me to receive something that I want, but don't need. I stand by the words I told them. I love them. And I'll love them more than any [awesome] car, any [expensive] materialistic item they buy me.

I have to remember this day. Not just this day but this whole summer. Whoever you are, please remind me of this entry. Remind me how blessed I am and how greatful I should be to have such wonderful, giving, loving parents like them. Remind me how blessed I am to have a family like I have now. Remind me how blessed I am. Humiliate me. Humble me. Please.