How My Parents Met (Yes, I know it sounds boring)

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My first story will be about how my parents met, seeing as if they hadn't, I would never have been born.

Or maybe I would have, only as a butterfly, or a kitten or something.

Come to think of it, being a butterfly or a kitten or something seems infinitely more preferable than being a gangly (nearly) 14 year old kid.

But then I wouldn't be able to use the computer, or read, or eat chocolate. Life's greatest joys.

Decisions, decisions.

Anyway, it's not like I can go back in time or anything to prevent my parents meeting (like in the Wizards of Waverly Place movie), so I may as well tell you guys about it.

Italic time!

Rewind fifteen years ago, and see a young twenty-five year old woman directing a play. It's called Si Tanggang.

For those of you who don't know, Si Tanggang was this guy who was mean to his mum so she turned him into a statue with God's will. Pretty heavy stuff, I know. Maybe he got too many F's on his report card or something.

That young director, is of course, my mum.

Then turn your gaze to the corner and see a man with a bucket and mop, dressed in unflattering blue dungarees.

Don't hyperventilate. That guy is NOT my dad. He's just the janitor.

Now turn to the rugged guy dressed as a sailor on stage. THAT'S my dad. No, he's not playing Si Tanggang - at one point the soon-to-be statue ends up on a ship, and that's where my sailor dad comes in.

My parents and a bunch of their university friends wanted to bring some Asian culture into England, where they were studying at the time, and so decided to perform a play. That's kind of where they met.

If it were me, I wouldn't fall for a woman who yelled orders at me, telling me to be a more convincing sailor, but to each his own, right?

My mum told me that during the play, my dad kept calling her, wanting to know if the budget allocated for the costumes was enough, whether she was satisfied with the performance that day, whether she thought if they had enough time to pull everything together.

She said she knew he just wanted to talk to her.

Nice going, dad.

Then it turned from play talk to hey-do-you-like-McDonald's-you-do-cool-what-do-you-say-we-head-there-for-a-bite?

Fast forward one year, and et voila! They're married, and soon enough they have one EXTREMELY CUTE baby, i.e. me. Followed by 3 other LESS CUTE babies, i.e. my sisters.

It's not a wonderful love story, where they've known each other since children, teenagers, young adults, and now.

It's not a stereotype, where they start out being bitter rivals, only to fall for each other.

And it's certainly not a fairy tale. My mum is not a damsel in distress, and neither is my dad a knight in shining armour.

But to me, it's enough. And since their union brought a randomly awesome person into this world *grin cockily*, how could it be wrong?

And that's the story of how my parents met. Comment. I'd love to hear you parents' story.

Until the next time,
Signing out,
Random Awesome