A glimpse of history... or in other words... A sneek-peek into my family's history...
Enjoy!...
My Father built himself, he never relied on anyone, not even his father. He worked really hard to be distinguished and he has always been the first in class, work and everything. I adore everysingle detail in my dad. And due to this amazing love I find it sometimes hard to look for someone to love as I would never be able to find someone as caring, considering, loving, wise and generouse as my Dad. But my dad choose a career that he would only be benefiting from. As much as I wanna be like him, it hurts me sometimes to look around and find myself with no proper memories. I grew up literally around the world. By the time I was 4 I was already settling down in my 3rd country. I dont hate it, but I think I wanted to have a much normal childhood. I should never forget mentioning how intellectual my dad is. He taught me to read everything and enjoy it. My dad is capable of talking to you about anything in life: art, music, politics, medicine, modern technology, and religion... basically everyhting. I just love listning to him. He is my walking encyclopedia. Sometimes we hold highly explosive discussion but I always end up winning more iformation; he usually ends up loosing his breath. What a girl would ask for more . I have the most amazing man raising me up. I love my dad no matter how small minded he is sometimes, no matter how hectic he is, no matter how fired up he is, no matter how angry he gets at me when he founds out that I have spend a huge deal of money on food when I could have bought a book or went to da movies with it. I love him no matter he gets angry at me and starts shouting, I adore him no matter how furiouse he gets me with his constant critisicim and the constant demand of changing my lifestyle and the way i think.
My Mommy ba2a is an amazing women.... She proved to herself that her husband and kids are the only thing she should care about. No one ever believed that she was my dad's wife and my mom. She looks very young and more or less european; wid her green eyes, and what used to be a fair skin. Now she is tanned wid brownish- blonde hair. Though she is reaching her mid 40's you would never guess it. My mom's family was huge in number. They were 10 kids and there parents. At the age of 12 she experienced the death of her Father. My mom was the youngest among her siblings, so she was extremly loved by her Father. This shock caused her Mom to be extra protective on my mommy; a good example would be the fact that Mommy never went to the movies untill she was 20. She never got to live her life properly untill she married Papa.. But then she didnt enjoy till the end as she got pregnant wid me.. hehehe...
Now shifting to a very important person in my life... My younger brother... I just cant live without him. This "boy" is just amazing. And I am putting the word boy between quotations because if you see him you would never guess that he is only 17 and that he is literally my baby. He is abt 2 meters tall.. and HUGE...but inside of him there is this little boy that will never stop making me laugh my guts out when i feel that the world cant get any darker... His presence is so vital to me that when he left me for a couple of weeks I just couldnt stop thinking of him and whethere he is happy or not,comfortable or not, eating well... kda ya3ny... He is so innocent from inside that he wants to act as if he is in his late 20's to prove to me and his parents that he should be looked at as a man!.. Ladies and gentlemen you should all know that this 2 meters tall guy still sleeps inside his mother's arm..
I know that I made them all look as if they are perfect with absolutly no flaw in them... But I know that when you really love someone you stop seeing their flaws. Those 3 individuals for a huge part of my life were the only stable thing in it. I owe my parents my existance and I owe my brother my happiness... I know that I am not an easy person to live and deal with, but without them I know that I would have been way worse and I am just thankfull that they are my parents and family, I wouldn't choose anybody else...
I just love them...
PS...Excuse my english.. it is 2 am n i can barely see infront of me..
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Hi Yasmin
First of all congratulation for your Blog, you are now official Bolger.
And I’m very angry, you didn’t tell me about the Blog.
The only comment I have about your family- I met all of them- why you are all aver 190cm tall, you do hurt short people-like me- feeling.
Finish with laughter. Stop playing and go study there is a rumor that u have exam on Monday. I don’t know if it is true or not ;).
See u Monday
PS. this is the first comment in the Blog
Hello Yasmin,
firstly, i formed a mental picture of you and your family
secondly, you have a good pen-ink ... or you've got the gift of pen .... you have a wonderful style in writing and your words are completely full of emotions, lamb emotions that i sensed right away :)
thirdly, i'm proud of your family as much as you are coz you really made me that much
and lastly, your english is quite perfect compared to mine :D
and thanx for posting such an impressive post like this
Impressive Yasmin, I guess your family is lucky having you.
You are good @ 2:00AM English, I just noticed 'information' without 'n'.
Best of luck
Aw, this was a unquestionably quality post. In theory I' d like to write like this too - prepossessing beforehand and earnest effort to colour a righteous article... but what can I say... I equivocate alot and not seem to get something done.
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