The feeling of being proud.

It is a strange feeling, and to be honest, I have never been proud of my parents before. But for some reason, this year's spring break, I have felt it twice. One for my mom and my dad.
On Saturday, before I went to go sleepover, we went to Publix. We were going around and buying stuff because Truc My asked me to buy stuff for her and I had to return the movie. So as we were going to the cash register to buy our stuff, she started pointing at something. It was like a donation to the hunger, and she made me get the piece of paper and check it off. I don't know why, but that made me really proud of her. It just made me feel like, "Wow. That's MY mom.." Maybe it's because I never get along with my mom before..
And today! Last night, there was a huge thunderstorm that caused many people to sleep over. There was about 6 people over and my siblings that slept on the floor yesterday. When we woke up, my dad made us corn dogs and made us fried rice. Fried rice for 9 hungry kids. That for some reason, made me so proud of my dad also.
It's such a strange, different feeling.
Maybe..Just maybe..my parents aren't that bad after all.