mood, stress, emotional privilege, parent death (100% hypothetical), recovery, panic w/happy resolution, ethnicity (+)
Nothing panics an Italian like not being able to get a hold of Mama.
Nothing restores an Italian's mood like finally getting called back and talking for 45 minutes about ethnic food for no particular reason. (African, in this case.)
I realize I am so much luckier than so many of my friends to have even one parent who's my friend, and another who loves me enough to be benevolently indifferent to my bullshit. :) (Fully accepting Peg after my mom outed her has got my stepdad into Tier S for the rest of his hopefully long adorable redneck goober life. <3 )
I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do when they're gone.