Looking at my parents’ silver hair and the lines the years have carved into their faces, my heart aches. After starting university, aside from a brief stint at home during military service, I’ve always been away — studying far from home, and now working even farther. Though I’ve never said it out loud, there’s a small knot of guilt that stays with me. I hope my parents live peacefully, healthily, and happily. That is my greatest wish for them.
I am my father’s son. Documented observations:
- Says one thing, means another!
- Quietly does caring things for family — but never says so!
- Always tucks feelings of guilt away inside.
- Sometimes inexplicably raises his voice. …more to be discovered
I am my mother’s son. Documented observations:
- Scatterbrained. Always forgetting things.
- Sometimes doesn’t read the situation well.
- Dozes off when tired. …more to be discovered
Why are they all flaws…? I honestly don’t know what the strengths are. Family members always see the flaws — and magnify them! Today visiting Grandma, I chatted with my uncle for a bit. When I asked how my younger cousin was doing in school, he immediately proved it. In his mind, not a single one of the kids was good. XD
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