The moment you stand there looking at the stranger and observe the interacting between the child and father make me have a lot of unhappy flashbacks. Make me wonder if you ever struggle to give us the happiness we always demand for, the effort of making us happy and making sure we have enough money to spend? Things are always different , I can't deny it and you wonder what did you did to have such feeling, what you had done to deserve such a different way of treatment? I am not blaming but I just felt empty , the emotional rollercoaster ride in my heart making me don't understand the whole situation and I wish really hard that if time could rewind I would want it to happen. I would be a better and understanding child and I wish that there's second chance to make things better but I know things can't be undone, so here I am ranting things out , x.
parent's love is always selfless and I always grateful for whatever they did. I might not show it but I really appreciate everything they given up just for our happiness, always thankful