Of course we had our arguments; we had everything, but at the end of the day, that was still my mother, my confidante - my everything.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was born to argue... I don't know why. I mean, from arguing with my teachers and, on occasions, my parents. I think I've mastered the art of argument at a fairly young age.
My mother was my best friend and confidante.
My parents would always have us, as many times as we could, sit together for dinner and talk about what was happening in our lives, and so we created a great recipe where I could be completely honest with my mother and to an extent my father, being an attorney.
I either had to concentrate on fighting, or I had to help my family. I chose my family. I love my mom; I love my family.
With whom do you argue? With a woman, of course. Not with a friend, because he accepted all your defects the moment he found you. Besides, woman is mother-have we forgotten?
I was everything, patriarch, priest, father and judge.
I never lost an argument and my parents assumed I would be a lawyer. They cast me in that role.
My parents came from different backgrounds. My father's was grander than my mother's, so my mother had... to put up with the disapproval of my father's relations.
I never remember my parents having an argument.
We didn't have everything we wanted when we were younger, but there was never a moment we didn't feel our parents weren't doing everything they could.