My parents and I have our simularities - but we also have our differences. The morals I have in my life are largely those inspired by my parents, although they didn't quite follow them when they were my age. That's the point, ya know? They learn from their mistakes, so I learn from them too, so I don't have to suffer through the same ones.
When it comes to my mom, she and I are similar in some respects. We both enjoy a good cookout, we're both very compassionate, and we both have respect for our superiors and feel duty-bound to those people that we've got respect for. We're different, though, in our ideas of what's "normal" in life - for example, I have absolutely no problem with people randomly showing up at my house, or surprising someone by showing up at theirs, while my mom thinks it's rather rude to show up without calling ahead.
My dad and I, however, were incredibly alike. We had the same ideas about your friends - friends are your family, and therefore deserve to be treated as such. I love nothing more than a day spent with my friends. Daddy always worked his butt off all week long - but as soon as friday hit, he was with his friends and his family, enjoying the time he had. He believed that you should take things as they came, and I share that.
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