My family is actually a pretty weird but fun part to talk about. Now, there are things about them that bother me like my relationship with my dad but other than that (and and a few other weird relationships), my family is fun to be around.
My grandma is this typical wise muslim, well, grandma. She knows right from wrong (most of the time), she tries her hardest to contribute good trades and behavior into the family and never fails her children or grandchildren. She's amazing! She also gives me tips on how to clean my room while she's doing it, something I'm pretty guilty of. She cooks amazing traditional Turkish food, my favorite is her Sutlaç. It's the best, no one could compete with it. She's the type of person every family needs or should have. Whenever she plans to come back from Turkey she always asks everyone if they want anything. I usually want to say something from Sephora but I don't because the stuff is a little expensive for starters and honestly she doesn't have to do that for me. I love having her around she makes me happy or at least she tries to do it when I'm not.
Grandpa is a simple man. Wise like my grandma but also has his complaints about certain things. My mom always told me that he went big when he bought a car, like the interior and stuff like that. He used to be a lot more alive when I was younger. He did go to cafés playing a certain game with guys his age and go feed ducks at a sea with grandma and I. There's something with his foot or his feet in general now which makes it hard for him to walk a longer route. He's still a good man though, he makes sure everyone's happy and barely puts himself first.
He's also very charming and romantic with my grandma. Just the other they I heard my granny being sad that she lost her ring and how she couldn't find it anywhere and my grandpa told her he'll buy her a new one, giving her a huge smile. I'm telling you I never saw him smile like that.
Then there's my mom. Wow, literally the best mom anyone could wish for. She fucking worked 3 jobs just so I could go to a private school and learn English like a pro! I'm not indicating that my English is the best but thanks to her my English is good. She's so fucking strong and able of so many things. I could never thank her enough for her hard work for me, she's a queen. I don't think she knows how much I appreciate her. There are moments I'm disappointed with her or just plainly mad but I mean well. She brings herself down a lot and doesn't really know her worth (a trade I definitely got from her).
My dad. Hmm, there is not a lot I can say about him, honestly. The time I had with him was great I was a happy little girl. He did a lot to make me happy but when I think about him now it's rare that I have good memories. His mistakes haunt me often when I'm alone so I try to distract myself most of the time. It doesn't always work but I try. It's also a reason why I haven't talked to him since seven or eight years.
How you can tell he didn't leave a good mark on me. I usually cry when I think of him. It's something I want to change but it's not easy. Now, you can interpret his 'mistakes' in any way you want but there are only three people, including me, who know the whole truth about it.
My stepdad is the total opposite from my dad. He's a one helluva guy! He's great for my mom. I got two half-siblings from him, something I didn't like too much at the beginning but I got used to it and also kinda like them. You know the usual with siblings. You love them but also hate them at the same them.
He has a short temper at times which can be a bit nerve wracking but other than that he's fun to have around. He's so funny, I could swear he'll crack you up! He's your typical Italian: loves and appreciates women, can be a little inappropriate at times (dirty jokes for example), he's charming and can't really pronounce the letter 'H'.
He can be a little overprotective over me, which can be funny but also a little annoying sometimes. All in all he's a good person with a good heart and good intentions.
Auntieeee! She's the best! I love her so freaking much. The first one who held me when I was born, literally. I'm not kidding the second I got out of my mom she held me. One of my biggest supporters in my life together with my mom. When I was little we spent a lot more time together, going to museums and good stuff like that. We still spent time together but it's not as often as I wish. She is also a hard worker like my mom and grandma. Sadly she isn't in a relationship anymore because for some reason only douchebags come to her, which is a loss for them because she is a ride or die type of chick.
She has a big heart that's filled with lots of love but also with a lot of sadness. She deserves way better in life in my opinion.
Most of her day contains attending appointments with her son, my cousin. He has a disability that none of his doctors are sure of. What I mean is that they don't know what disability he has but he has one.
My aunt is the type of aunt everyone wishes they had. She's a fashionista who also worked in the fashion industry for BCBGMAXAZRIA. She knows her shit and is clean af. You can talk with her about anything if it's some dirty shit or just a simple advice that you need. She can get offended easily though, especially lately. She has been fighting a bit with my mom, which makes me sad because I love the both of them so much but it's something that the both of them have to figure out.
