I was born from two parents that did not suffer from addiction, well I suppose smoking back then wasn't a big deal. Unfortunately their good habits did not make them special neither good parents. My best memories are from the relatives that offered their homes when my parents had to travel. Or were not present. They had other important problems to be concerned with as my sister needed all of their attention due to a serious medical issue. I guess they couldn't handle life with me and my other sister.
In that sense, I'm very grateful to my grandma and super thankful to my beloved cousins who made my life very interesting, always travelling together. They were very interested in teaching me things, from biking to driving. I consider them my real family. We've lived together abroad for 5 years so in weird ways my parents are more stranger to me if I compare them with my other family, cousins and friends. I'm very thankful for having such a great back up family.