My dad is extremely task-oriented, and prides himself on his wealth of knowledge and need for perfection. He's the type of person to sit down with a giant history book and get lost for hours, even though we were supposed to be somewhere ten minutes ago. He opens bottles of water and then just walks away, his attention and mind drawn to something else, something more eminent. He's a bit .... spacy ... sometimes, but it's a good thing. It allows him to let loose, to laugh and joke, even when he still is wearing a suit coat and tie.
My mom, on the other hand, always laughs and jokes around. It's almost as if she's my dad's antithesis - the "yin" for his "yang." She is still intelligent, but in a different sort of way. She knows tons of books, but they're mostly fiction. She knows how to rhyme on a dime, and how to make everyone laugh at the appropriate times. But, most importantly, she knows how people are feeling just by looking at them. It's a gift. Though she can pull out the "evil eye of Mrs. E," she only does so in extreme circumstances, and only in the classroom - I don't really know what I'd do if I was ever the recipient of such a glare.
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