My parents rock.
They dance in the kitchen.
They travel.
They golf.
They host.
They cook.
They laugh.
They share.
They teach.
They listen.
They love.
They give.
They sing.
They help.
They are the same, but different.
They are best friends.
They are the best. Period.
They are the first ones I call during rush hour.
They are the first ones I call when I have bad news.
They are the first ones I call when I have good news.
I would be lost without them.
They rock.
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