My mother felt it was time that I had some parental control, so I went off to America and went to New York.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mother couldn't have been happier when I said I was moving to New York.
My mother was incredibly strict, especially when we moved to New York. Compared with most of the American parents, who seemed so relaxed with their children, my mother was virtually a dictator.
My parents really wanted me to get out of New York, be exposed to other people, other ways of life.
My mom was a single parent.
My parents moved back to New York from Florida when I was in the ninth grade.
My father and mother should have stayed in New York, where they met and married and where I was born.
My parents separated when I was younger.
When I was 13, I would come visit my aunt and uncle in New York. I decided I wanted to live with them after seeing my cousin's school. Honestly, I just wanted to go to a school where I didn't have to wear uniforms, and my mom said okay.
When I was in high school in Los Angeles, my mother, who was a speech therapist, agreed to stay over the weekend with one of her clients and his little sister while the parents went away on vacation. She brought me along.
Even if I have a home in Paris and sometimes in New York, whenever I was saying I have to go home, it was going to my mother.