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Assignment: Idolizing My Parents Tuesday, April 1, 2014 When I was little, I idolized my parents like they were God or even a role model to me. They are the adults that I would see most of the day other then my family friends. My parents were a big factor while I was growing up because they were like a guide in my life; they showed me what’s good from bad, and what’s right from wrong. They were there for me when I needed them the most therefore; they would be the ones that I would idolize the most when I was little. One of the situations during my childhood I idolized my parents in a very special way; they taught me a good lesson about doing the right thing from a bad situation. One day, my friend Antonio asked me for a pencil to borrow for the day, and I said, “Sure Antonio.” He gave the pencil back to me at the end of the day, but the pencil was broken. He told me, “I’m sorry for you pencil, I dropped it by accident and it broke.” I was really mad at him, so during that night I was thinking of a way to make him pay for what he has done, but my mom found out that I was going to try getting revenge on my friend so she told me to do the right thing by telling my friend its okay about the broken pencil and I asked my mom why I should forgive him and she said, “It’s always good to just stop the problem as soon as possible because if you try taking action, the problem will only get bigger and it effects your relationship between your friends.” That’s when I thought about how my parents think ahead of the situation and they knew how to deal with it, which made me think they were perfect. I had a strong relationship with my parents in India, since we traveled to lots of places and we moved houses a lot. The move from India to Canada was a big factor because my parents wanted me to have an educated life so they had higher expectations after we moved which made me look at them differently. After my report card was an average mark,

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