I was brought up by my mother and my two sisters, although they're older than me and fled the nest very young, so I was technically raised as an only child, but I was very much loved.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In my own family, my mother had my sister when I was 15 and for various reasons, I was extremely involved in raising her.
My mother was the love of my life.
I became the kind of parent my mother was to me.
My parents loved each other. I was raised in a house of total love and respect. My dad worked very hard and my mother was incredibly devoted to him. I can unequivocally, without any peradventure of doubt, tell you that I was raised with the kind of love that we only dream of.
My parents raised me and my six siblings with little money... but lots of love.
I was lucky to have parents who loved me.
I had a really wonderful upbringing. We were a tight family. It was wonderful to grow up with so many siblings. We were all just a year or two apart, and we were always so supportive of each other. I learned everything from my older brother and sister and taught it to my younger sisters.
I had a very lovely childhood, and, being an only child, I'm very close to my mom and my dad.
I can't think I've ever loved anybody quite as much... My mother was my life, really; she was my entire world.
I loved my mother and father.