I used to hate spending time with my parents. But now, I spend time with them at every spare hour that I can get. Maybe when I was growing up, I thought that they were spoilsports and that they would kill my fun. I may sound cliche and so old, but they were right.
They were right to stop me from doing silly things when I was younger. They were right for forbidding me to hang out with the “cool” crowd. They were right to be strict with me.
Because of that, I grew up to be a controlled, proper and quite a good adult. I am proud that I wasn’t part of the “cool kids” who had babies before they were married and now in total shambles without jobs or careers, never finished college and are up to their eyeballs in debt. I am proud that I haven’t done drugs, gone crazy or that I haven’t been convicted of a felony. I am proud that I have a proper job (even if I am underpaid and over worked) and soon will have a better position in life.
Though I partially rebelled before. I used to run away and think that they were too strict. Now I am glad. Because now, I could be proud of them and say that I can be a good adult.
It’s good to know that I can still thank them for it. And even now that I am older, I think it would be nice if they can still guide me.
because who knows you more than they who brought you into this world.
So to Mama and Papa, thanks. I love you.