IT'S IN THE BLOODLINE

When it comes to physical looks my dad's genes are very strong, like it goes back to his ancestors, uncles, granduncles, and relations. My mother once told me that when she was pregnant my dad refused to accept that the pregnancy was his until I was born. Our resemblance was undeniable because it's in the bloodline. One time I was going out and I saw a guy that looked just like me, we were both shocked that we stood for 5 minutes looking at each other and even though we never said anything to each other, we just looked at ourselves and left in awe. I told my mum when I got home that day and she said it could be one of my cousins.

The truth is I've only met two of my cousins from my father's side, and two from my mother's side. Meanwhile, I have more than 50 I have never met on both sides. When I look at our family album and see a lot of the uncles I have not met, the resemblance is just too striking to ignore, but it turns out that resemblance isn't the only thing we have in common. My father, grandfather, and uncles are all strong-willed which could be used positively and negatively. My mother is also very strong-willed, and I would say even more strong-willed than my father, from which I took another form of strong willingness.

The difference between my father's strong willingness and my mother's is that if my friend believes in a particular thing or person, every other thing becomes irrelevant, and my mother doesn't need to believe in anyone, once she finds a part she seems for, she hold on to it like her life depends on it. She doesn't believe in people per se but in her own ideology. For me I find myself believing in both people and my ideology. Once I can prove something to be true, it's almost impossible to change my mind, and once I get to see someone worth believing in, I put my life into it. When I was younger, my parents asked a friend of hers to help pick me up from school because she was closing late from work.

By the time we got to the person's house, the family offered me food, but I refused to eat, not only because my mother had asked me not to eat, but because I had never seen her eat outside and I watched a movie where a little child was offered food and he turned into a tortoise. The family did everything in their power to make me eat, but I refused because of what I believed. The father of that family had to tell them to leave me alone. He's not surprised I was like that being the son of my parents. However, today I would gladly eat the food because I believe nothing will happen to me 😂.

THIS IS MY RESPONSE TO HIVE LEARNER'S PROMPT FOR WEEK 104 EPISODE 1

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