The Epitome of Love

Today, I experienced yet another anxiety attack and my first point of call was my dad.

Many usually call their ma’s, due to a mother’s innate reaction to want to protect and console their wounded child, shower them with words of encouragement and all that jazz but my mum is not like that lol – she kind of panics when she sees me, her only daughter in a state. She’s like “omg, man! What’s wrong? Pattern! Do you need money?” and I’ve got to say, it’s hilarious looking at it in hindsight because she really be going off at me when I’m sad cos she can’t fix it. She is so funny but I love her.

My dad, on the other hand, is the comforter. He is the one who knows how to calm me down when I’m going through it. You know, it’s kind of crazy though! My parents…