My mother works six days out of the week, receiving Thursdays off and a shorter shift on Sunday. She works at a nail salon so her job is very labor dependent. Her shifts are usually from ten to eight at night, so she’s pretty much exerted most of her energy by the time she gets home. Even though that’s the case, she is still able to cook the family dinner and food for the next day. After eating she usually attempts to relax and enjoy some Asian Dramas, but my dad usually interrupts her relaxation by ranting on about the thing that’s bugging him that day, it’s usually about me, but I’ll get to that later. On her days off, she enjoys preparing a full meal for the family and a couple of my relative will usually come over on these days and enjoy some bonding time, my dad usually doesn’t participate. Besides cooking for the family, my mom usually does the dishes and cleans the kitchen, as well as the restrooms. My father, a hot head and up tight maniac, has a hard time communicating with the family. He grew up in a military family, my grandfather being a Vietnam Veteran, so I guess that could have played some sociologically effects on his personality. He’s usually cooped up in his room, having very little contact with the rest of the family. My grandma and he can’t stand each other, it’s like fire and fire, both of them has to have it their way. Contact between the two usually results in some sort of verbal argument leading to my dad smashing a hole in the wall or slamming the front door behind him as he storms out of the house. For the best intentions, it’s better for the two not to see each other, so my father