Rose Mendes's point of view

I'm the oldest child of the legendary singer Shawn Mendes. When my dad was twenty one years old, he was on tour and in Boston, Massachusetts. He walked into a coffee shop, met my mom, Y/n Mendes, and they fell in love instantly. I'm currently eighteen years old, and my parents have been married for nineteen years, but they've been together for twenty three years.

I was downstairs in the family room, looking for something specific, when I found a scrapbook that said "Our Love Story" on the front. My siblings, Jake and Sarah, and I, were home alone. My mom was at work, and my dad was at work at the studio. I opened up the cover of the scrapbook and saw a page that said "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told!" and as I got to the first picture, I realized that it was a scrapbook that one of my parents must have made for the other. When I got to the last page, I noticed that the last photo was a selfie that my dad had taken of him and my mom while he held me.

"Having fun looking at that sweet pea?" My dad said, startling me. He was smiling at me.

"Yeah. I was looking for something and saw this. Sorry, I didn't mean to go snooping." I said as I closed the book and began to put it away.

"No, it's fine. Actually, I haven't looked at it in quite a bit. Want to look at it together?" My dad asked. I nodded.

"Sure." I said. He picked up the scrapbook and set it on his lap as we sat on the couch.

"You're mother made this for me when you were just three months old. Well, when she started it, you were two months old, but when she finished it, you were three months old. This was her gift to me for our two year wedding anniversary." Dad said as he slowly flipped through the scrapbook with a smile, stopping everyone once in a while to look at one for an extra moment longer.

"What was your reaction when she gave it to you?" I asked.

"I couldn't stop smiling. Didn't she do a great job on it?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the scrapbook, and I could hear the pride in his voice. I nodded.

"Yeah. It's beautiful." I said. I then heard the front door open and looked up to see my mom walk in. She smiled at us as she took off her heels.

"Hello my sweets. What are you two looking at?" She asked as she began to walk over to us. I looked over at my dad, who was smiling at my mom.

"Well when I walked in the house, Rosie was looking at the scrapbook that you made me. How about you go get changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable and then the three of us can look at it together?" Dad asked. My mom nodded, gave my dad a quick kiss, and then went upstairs to change.

"You guys are amazing." I said after a moment. Daddy looked at me.

"Thank you sweet pea." He said.

"Do you even fully realize what I'm saying you guys are amazing for?" I asked with a laugh. My dad shook his head as he smiled.

"No, but I figure that it's a good thing." Daddy said as my mom walked back into the room and sat next to my dad and put her head on his shoulder.

"Well I'm saying that you guys are amazing because after over twenty years together, it's obvious that you guys are still so in love with each other. You guys have set a great example for my siblings and I on what we should be treated like, and it's beautiful - gross at times, but beautiful - to see the love that you guys have for each other." I said. My parents smiled at me.

"Well thank you honey. Your father treats me like I'm a queen -" My mom started.

"That's because you are my queen." My dad said and my mom blushed and laughed.

"Well that's how he treats me, and I love it. I mean, yes I love the fact that he spoils me with gifts, but at the same time, if all he spoiled me with were his love and affection, I would still be just as happy. Mind if I look at the scrapbook with you guys?" She asked. My dad shook his head.

"Not at all. Mrs. Mendes, you made this, so of course you can look at it." My dad said.

"Nineteen years later and my heart still flutters when you call me Mrs. Mendes." My mom said and my dad kissed the top of her head before turning back to the scrapbook. My dad then pointed at a photo with a smile.

"Remember this? Remember when you and I went ice skating and we never went ice skating again because you had fallen so many times that your butt was hurting?" Daddy asked with a laugh. My mom nodded.

"Yup. I had bruises on my butt for about a week." Mom said as she laughed, her head still on my dad's shoulder as she had her hands wrapped around his arm.

"Wait, you guys stay like that please." I said. I then got up, stood a little bit in front of them, and took a few pictures of them on my phone before I sat back down.

"Did you just take a picture of us Rosie?" Daddy asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Do you mind if I lean on you too?" I asked. My dad gave me a big smile.

"That's fine honey. Come here, come lean on your dear old dad." He said and I laughed as I leaned on him.

"I love this picture." My mom said and my dad nodded.

"Me too." He said.

"Was that your first kiss as husband and wife?" I asked.

"Yup. That's when she officially became Mrs. Y/n Mendes." Dad said. We looked at the rest of the photo album and then I stood up.

"Well I'm going to relax in my room. Thanks for letting me look at that. I love you guys." I said. My parents smiled at me as my dad put the scrapbook where I had just been sitting.

"You're welcome honey, we love you too." My mom said as she put her feet in my dad's lap. I smiled and started to head back upstairs.

"So how was your day darling?" I heard my dad ask my mom, and I didn't have to look at them to know that my dad was most likely brushing hair out of her face or rubbing her cheek.

"Good, how was yours?" Mom asked him. I smiled as I went upstairs, but then got an idea a few minutes later. I slowly crept down the stairs and pulled out my phone. My parents hadn't noticed me yet, which I was glad for. I took a picture of them while they were in their element, the way that they usually are: my mom's legs in my dad's lap, my dad rubbing her legs as they talk about their day with each other. I posted it to my Instagram. I know that my mom, even though they've been together for over twenty years, still gets hate, and maybe I'm biased because I'm their daughter, but oh well. I wrote the caption.

"I love my parents. I really do. They have set SUCH an amazing example for my siblings and I. By seeing our parents interact in the way that they do, my brother has learned the proper way to treat a woman: like a princess, or a queen, and my sister and I have learned to wait for the right guy to come along, because he will. He may not enter our lives like princes do in fairy tales, but he'll come to us eventually. For my mom, her prince (when they got married, my mom started saying that my dad's her king) came along when she was in Dunkin Donuts over twenty years ago, and they instantly fell in love.

I just took this picture of my parents a few minutes ago, but I already love it. It shows them as how they usually are with each other. It shows them as how they are when they can let their guards down from the world and just spend one on one time together. I was sneaky about how I took this photo - I slowly and quietly crept down the stairs, but I wanted to capture them as Mr. and Mrs. Mendes, not Mom and Dad who just noticed their oldest child walk into the room.

When my dad got home earlier, he found me sitting on the floor looking at a scrapbook. Him and I sat on the couch together and looked through it. He said that my mom had made it for him for their two year wedding anniversary, and when he said 'Didn't she do a great job on it?' I could hear the pride in his voice as he smiled. My mom came home a few minutes later and sat with us. My dad called her Mrs. Mendes, and she said 'Nineteen years later and my heart still flutters when you call me Mrs. Mendes.' and my dad kissed the top of her head as he smiled.

I love my parents. I know that I may be biased because they made me, but still, I seriously couldn't ask for better parents. My dad once told me that one of the reasons why we still live in the suburbs of Massachusetts is to get away from the public eye. I still remember his exact words to me: 'Rose, because of my career, people, whether they're fans or paparazzi, are going to want pictures of you and your siblings. To keep you guys away from that, and to give you guys as normal of a life as we can, your mom and I decided to remain in the first house that we ever bought together. That house gives us the privacy that we want for you guys.' and I completely understood.

Yes, my dad is a legendary and famous singer, and yes, he has a lot of money, but it's not like he just hands us money whenever we want it. If we want some money, he asks why. If we say that we want to buy some candy, he reminds that we have our own allowance that we can dip into - but to keep an eye on it and be careful of our money. I've had kids at my school come up to me ask if he's ever given me a Porsche or Ferrari or some type of nice car. To make sure that I stay as a grounded and humble person, my parents got me a used car when I got my license. Even though they have the money for it, my parents make sure that they don't spoil us. Not with a bunch of expensive gifts anyways. Instead, my parents spoil my siblings and I with love and affection. Thank you Mom and Dad for setting an amazing example and for being amazing parents. I love you guys." I wrote.

Your point of view

"Oh, Rose posted a photo on Instagram." I said as I watched my phone light up.

"What did she post?" Shawn, my amazing husband asked as he rubbed my legs absentmindedly. I unlocked the post and smiled before showing it to Shawn.

"I love it." I said. Shawn smiled and nodded.

"I do too. What did she caption it?" Shawn asked before reading her caption out loud. We smiled as we finished reading it, and Shawn handed me back my phone.

"That's beautiful." I said.

"So it's just like you?" Shawn asked and I blushed. I liked the photo and commented on it.

"Love this and you Rosie. You put a smile on mine and your father's faces." I commented. Shawn commented on it too.

"Love this photo so much sweet pea. The caption was perfect and your mother and I love it. Not as much as we love you, but still, we love it." Shawn commented. I then texted Rose.

Me: Mind if I share your post on my Instagram story? That was really beautiful and I love it. Also, could you send me that photo please?

Rose: Sure that's fine! Daddy can post it onto his story too if he wants.

Me: Okay, thank you honey.

Rose: You're welcome!

I showed the texts to Shawn, saved the photo to my phone, and sent it to him. He shared her post onto his Instagram story.

"Love my Rosie girl and her beautiful post." He wrote.

"Love this beautiful post made by mine and @shawnmendes s beautiful daughter." I wrote when I shared it onto my story.

"We're so lucky." Shawn said when we cuddled up to each other in bed that night. I nodded.

"Yup. We are." I said. Shawn kissed the top of my head.

"Good night Mrs. Mendes. I love you." He said. I smiled as I snuggled my head further into his chest.

"Good night Mr. Mendes. I love you too." I said, and with that, we fell asleep.