Everything has its owner,every place has its own story,every single person in this world has his parents.
Sometimes I will think,actually,we belong to our parents.Don’t we?
We’re their only but they’re our ‘one of them’.
They give us all and we take it as granted,we’ll think,Yes,we deserve all these things.
But then,we actually don’t.
When we come to think of it,we’ll understand…
They never own all these things since they’re born,they build them up,they work them out
All by their own hands and hard work.
At last,what they’ve got?A kiss?A hug?A grateful kiss?A forced hug?A meaningless kiss?A dreadful nightmare given by their children?
What they’ve got?What?
What was they thinking when we were born?
They had their fantasy,they had their wonderful dreams,they had hopes and wishes
And then,we,some of us,ruin their dreams
Some of us,become arrogant
Some of us,become self-important
Some of us,do not love them anymore
Some of us,even some of us,USE THEM AS OUR TOOLS to get what we want
And eventually,they end up forgotten,abandoned and then crying alone in their rooms or even on the pavement
Their hopes shatter,they are hurt,
And they learn : This is the gift,nevertheless,this is the end,too…
Try to think back,WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
It’s never too late too turn,the only problem is,are you willing to do it?
Now,go and kiss them,go and thank them,go and hug them,go and apologize
Love them,and love yourself too.