You mean an awful lot to me, probably more than any other person on the planet. You've always given me inspiration when I've felt down, and I know I can talk to you about almost anything and for you to be civil about it. You've provided me well in the last five years when you left your old boyfriend's house to go live in our own place, and despite moving house so many times in the last five years, you've always had us somewhere to stay, and you've always been able to maintain a roof over our heads, even if you have taken up one full time and two part time jobs in the process. I'm very lucky to have a mother like you.
Father.
I don't see you as much as I would like to, but I suppose in some sort of fashion that it's a good thing. You're usually at work all the time which is the main reason, but sometimes I worry about you. I worry that when Nan's gone you won't be able to handle your money, and that everything'll go wrong for you, but hopefully, I'm the one who's wrong about this. You've helped me build my character, for when I was just a shy, naive and solitary boy, to now a more self-confident, wise and social person. There's not too much that I can take away from our relationship, but what I can I'm thankful for.
If it was never for you two, I'd still be the boy I once knew. I'm thankful now that everyone knows me as the boy everyone now knows.
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