I dont know what to say as I haven't done this before. For anyone reading this, it may be a tough read. So I suggest you prepare yourself and settle down. 

The Beginning

My father, who is pure japanese, grew up on a military base in Japan. He was surrounded by japanese culture, and it definitely plays a huge role in his foundation as a parent. His parents were very strict, mostly his father, and in turn has led to himself being strict. My father eventually moved to the States, where he went on to meet my mother.

My mother is half thai and half african american. She grew up in the States, but her mother was born and raised in Thailand. She met my father when they were both 18 and hit it off. Time goes on and out come little OP.

My Story

For the record this story will not and cannot be 100 percent historically accurate.

When I was born, I think I caused something to change in my mother. My mama and pops, were like the average family. They would be happy for the most part and have their occasional arguments. After I was born, it seemed that they would argue more and more. Turns out, my mother suffered from serve depression and after I was born started to hate her own body. She hated her belly, she hated her double chin, and she just couldn't look at her self. This led to my father, of course wanting her to be happy, spending thousands of dollars to help her achieve her perfect body. However, this body wasn't hers. Then it happened.. something changed. My mother decided that being alive just was not an option anymore. When I was six years old, my mother came and picked me up from school. god I wish she didn't. When I got in the car all I remember seeing was an almost disgruntled and uncomfortable visage. An uncomfortable car ride later, we arrived at our home. Where my father was at work, so it was just me and my mother.