Day 03 - Your parents
My dad is Craig Alex Bond. He's a little insane. Whenever I made too much noise for his taste, like stomping up the stairs as little kids do, he'd pull me aside, tell me that I "wasn't acting like a ninja" and make me go back downstairs and do it again until he couldn't hear me. He was very much about doing things his way, and his way of asking things of someone made them seem like the most trivial of tasks. In my teenage years, this grave rise to a ton of jokes about my dad calling me up at the most ridiculous hours to ask the most inane things of me. "Alex, did you tar the roof?" "Alex, did you shave the cat?" I think we both have similar sense of humor, though. I've found we also tend to let things that bother us go, stew about it, and not address it until it hits the breaking point. At his heart, though, he's a good man, and I credit him for a lot of my own ethics and morals.
My mom is Patricia Leia Bond. She is a Scorpio. To me, she's incredibly patient, helpful, and kind, but a notable number of girls I know are reportedly solicitous around her. I kind of equate her to a stage hand - she's barely ever at the forefront, but she's the person who makes sure that everything goes right. She is an irreplacibly precious woman.
My mom is Patricia Leia Bond. She is a Scorpio. To me, she's incredibly patient, helpful, and kind, but a notable number of girls I know are reportedly solicitous around her. I kind of equate her to a stage hand - she's barely ever at the forefront, but she's the person who makes sure that everything goes right. She is an irreplacibly precious woman.