Nobody is perfect, so they say. I think that people have their own version of what perfect looks like though. Me? I am defnitely not perfect. I have my flaws just like everybody else. I wasn't the perfect student and I'm not the perfect friend and I'm defnitely not the perfect daughter, but I try to be the best that I can be.
My parents raised me to be kind, to help others, and to give love and respect to everyone else and I can say that I have stuck by those morals. I sometimes talk back to my parents, but who doesn't? We all have our moments. But I love my parents and they definitely know that. I may not always tell them that I love them, but I show it in other ways. I show it when I call them multiple times a day when we are all not home to ask them a question when I need help or to tell them something that happened. I show it when I hug them both in the morning when I wake up. I show it when I am just simply spending time with them, whether it be getting coffee or watching TV in the living room.
Sure, I've made my mistakes, but I've learned from them. I have always taken my parents' advice and trusted their judgment, even when I don't want to. I may not know everything or be the best and brightest. What I do know is that I'm not a dissapointment to them because they give me praises when appropriate and I strive to make them proud. I know that they always encourage me to get back up again when I fall and man, do I fall.
The harder I strive to obtain that label of perfection, the farther I actually get from it. I have learned to just continue on with my role of being a daughter to my family, as that is the most important.They didn't raise me to be the perfect daughter, they raised me to be their perfect daughter.
