As I get older, I think I start to appreciate my parents so much more than ever before.

My dad is the tough, military man who runs a tight ship, but I call him "papa." He sometimes pretends to be ghetto. I love him for that. Lately though, he has been understanding and sympathetic. Even when I cry, he consoles me.

My dad and mom are redundant sometimes.
Lani: So what would happen if you give the dogs these bones?
Victor: They'd get sick.

This happens many times a week. I love them. I appreciate all the work they do to keep us going as a family. I am proud.

And I'm moving out. To Murfreesboro. Woo.