I love my parents. I never share my feelings with them verbally but they know it. My mom gets naggy. She can press on me the same subject, like cleaning my room, for an hour in so many rephrased sentences and structures. But then she does things like taking me out shopping. My sister doesn't quite get it, but I always try my hardest to reciprocate the kindness. I wish I could give her everything she wanted. Except cleaning my room. Because I enjoy the mess.
My dad is pretty awesome. Sometimes he's pretty unreliable and refuses to respond to his name, but he's chill. He doesn't say much, but he works hard. He has no enemies, he befriends everyone. He also makes any awkward situation easier or funny.