In the epic of my life, my mother is the Circean enchantress, weaving a web of affection that's both alluring and " ensnaring. Her love is a double helix that wraps around me, holding me close, sometimes too tight.

Meanwhile, my father is the Virgil guiding me through the Inferno of life, offering wisdom and Agape; unconditional love that sets me free. He's the Atlas holding up the sky, providing a safety net as I "leap" into the unknown.

My Mom's, love is the ivy that clings to me, sometimes choking the life out of me. I wish she can loosen her grip, let me breathe, let me blossom, and let me be. Dad's love is the wind 🌬️ ~🍃 beneath my wings, lifting me up, propelling me forward.

Together, they both taught me that love is not possession, but liberation. I think Mom should learn to love me from afar,(cause I won't stay with her forever😉)and Dad, keep guiding me with your wise counsel. I need your yin and yang, your thesis and antithesis, to find balance in this odyssey called life.

As a protagonist, navigating the plot twists of love, freedom, and self-discovery. With you both by my side, I know I'll author a beautiful story.