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How My Parents Raised Me
How My Parents Raised Me As far as I can remember I have had a happy childhood. I don’t have a dramatic or a traumatic experience as to how my parents raised me like most of the other kids. My parents handled my wrongdoings and mistakes very calmly, although I can’t remember doing something that’s very bad. I guess you could say that I’m spoiled but I don’t think I am. Being an only child I think helped on making my punishments not that painful. But how my parents raised me is what made me the person that I am today, and I think they did a great job. No, my parents were never pushing or demanding what I should do or become. My first 4 years of life, it was just traveling, since I was just two months old. I am lucky in many ways. I was born in Australia, Stirling City, Perth. So I am a true blue Australian citizen. My parents; mom is Filipina and dad from faraway Finland. Here I am, one of the luckiest people, because I have three nationalities. Traveling and meeting my sisters in Australia, grandmother and other relatives in Finland, and some living in the Philippines. This was one of the parts of my upbringing. When I was about five or six years old I remember throwing a huge tantrum that my mom would end up crying and telling my dad to handle “his daughter”. My dad would drag me and lock me up in the bathroom telling me that I could only come out if I was a good girl, with an angry tone that’s almost screaming I replied “I AM A GOOD GIRL”. This incident is what my dad always shares to his friends as an anecdote. I was loved, pampered and sometimes even too much by my mom, because she is the cotton wool in our family. Never had a yaya, because that was the mind-set of my dad. We have a baby we bring her up. My dad is the rock and iron wall of the whole household. Mom being the soft and caring one, never gets tired or annoyed, even if she was so busy with so many things of everyday running of the home and business, she always had time for me. My dad is so logical,
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