Dear Mom and Dad,
I love you. I think I’ve finally realized how much I love you’ll after spending so much time away from the both of you. I remember when I was young and a total rebel and just wanted to go away from you. Now I all I want to be is near you.
Sometimes I’ll suddenly get a whiff of your perfume Ma, and get emotional over it. Dad, there have been many times I’ve smelt your aftershave and cry that you aren’t near me. See two sisters walking hand in hand and wonder why it has to be so hard not to have you near Robby. I am here, far away from you for a reason. To be able to take care of you’ll, to secure a comfortable future for you’ll.
I’ve overcome hurdles when you were near and it seemed like a breeze, being by myself makes it harder. Being myself, reaffirms that I am independent. Being alone makes the darkness blinding. Being by myself brings that future closer. Being by myself makes me feel further away. Being alone makes me love you more.
I’ll never allow anyone to hurt you not even our extended family. You’ll have often been ridiculed, looked down on because we did not do as well as them. But you know what? We have love. Roberta and I love you. We know that you’ll are always there for us, in our good decisions and bad. You let us make our mistakes and celebrate when we are successful.You love us unconditionally and always will. You’ve accepted our quirkiness and faults and love us despite our vices. You make Robby and I grateful that we have you as parents.
There’s a fine line between love and fear. We aren’t afraid to let our voices be heard by the two of you because we know you will ‘correct’ or ‘advise’ accordingly. You give us our wings to fly and spend hours patching up the holes when we’ve failed. You paint the colours of the rainbow when we succeed, and give us your laps to cry in when we’ve failed.
You’ve allowed us to follow our dreams and not push us into careers we don’t want to go into, like others have been pushed into. They are unhappy, they may be rich, but they are unhappy. You do not hide our faults, you make us realize them and adjust accordingly. You know that we aren’t angels. We’ve got relatives who think their narcotic sons and sneaky daughters are unblemished. Maybe they are afraid of the truth. The truth does hurt.
They’ve never liked that Dada married you, Ma and I know in they’re own selfish ways they still make you pay for it. But Ma, after 26 years of marriage you have nothing to prove to them. Stop trying to win them over! After 26 years it’s a pleasure to see Da and you still very much in love and I don’t think we’d grow up better if we had any of the others as our parents. Your marriage is a marriage of love and not convenience like the others. Stop fighting, because Ma, you’ve won, you’ve won the hearts of your children and they’ll never ever measure up to you’ll. If i am as half as happy and you and Dada is, ill consider my marriage a success too.
They’ll never be happy unless their bullying someone else just to boost themselves. Just because you’ll owe one of them some money, you can’t say much, but I vow to that BITCH pay that back. You may have been helped when you needed it but that’s no excuse for being treated the way you are. The secrets they keep, the back biting they do… and then they greet others with “praise the lord.” do they even know the meaning? Do they know they are going to hell? Don’t they fear God? Don’t they have feelings of their own?
Mom, Dad I promise to look after you. I promise to give you everything you have blessed me with in my youth. We will make you proud. We will love you like no other. We will always be there. We will define what a family stands for.
Love, Hugs and Kisses,
Always,
Michelle.
