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Little Child

It's true that in our parents' eyes, we never grow up.
It's not about how many candles we have on our cake this year or how tall and big we've grown.
To them, we are always their little children.
And as we grow older, declaring freedom, rejecting their protection, thinking that we are responsible enough to take care of ourselves and know what's best for us, let's not forget that they will never stop worrying.

People always say, "You are not me, you won't know..."
But some people also say that 'mothers know best'. Alright, these people are mostly mothers themselves.
So, when they don't speak, it doesn't mean they don't know and don't care.
They just speak with their hearts & eyes.

Don't pretend she doesn't know and it doesn't hurt because you kept the truth from her.
Don't say it doesn't matter and tell her not to probe because she can never just leave you alone.

We may not be able to provide the best for our parents and be the 'perfect child' but the least we can do is to make them worry less isn't it?


Because at the end of the day, our happiness is theirs too...

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