Parents
Parents have a somewhat a love-hate relationship to me. I love them to death simply because they are my parents, they watched me grow up from a noisy little punk to a mature young lady(fingers crossed) and showered me with unconditional love whenever I needed them.Times when I hate them is when they don’t respect my privacy, go through my things without my permission and when they take me for granted and always expect me to give and never giving me the benefit of the doubt.
These days I’ve been quite busy and never had the time to sit down with them for a proper dinner. These days I often eat at the table alone….
Last night I went out with dad to get breakfast for this morning. When we were at the lobby, he looked into the mirror and sighed…
“Aiyoh…my hair is getting thinner and lots of white hair….”
I looked at him closely and I realized that my dad has indeed aged a lot….much as I hate to deny this…his perfect eyesight is now failing and he needs glasses now. I had the sudden urge to hug him real tightly and hope he never grows old.
I remember as a kid…when I was notti, my dad would threaten that he is dying blar blar blar…I will start wailing like nobody’s business. I have been closer to my dad since a kid. And whenever he feels unwell and stuffs, he will say those funny things and make me cry. I think he has a sadistic way of finding out if I cared…LOL…
Anyway, as a kid, my number one “dream” was to grow up, be a doctor/inventor and come up with some sort of immortality pill for my parents so they can live forever! Well, that didn’t go very well as u can see…I’m neither a doctor nor an inventor now, only a common striving employee like all others.
As much as I hate to admit it…. my parents will one day leave me and my brother…..I dread the day I have to face that…but life is life…whatever that has to come has to come….
I’m just not looking forward to that day….
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