STORIES
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Mum and Dad.
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A post dedicated to the most dedicated human beings I've lived with.
Never a day past without hard work, sweat and exhaustion. All just to keep the lights shining, the water running, the fire burning and the kids living. Never a thought to give up, never a thought to surrender. Showing the best examples to everyone. Respect all, fear none. Teaching their kids to behave where appreciated. Although some moments are inevitably sickening. Words that came out were harsh, we understood by recalling the troubles they when through all these years. They told us that they didn't want to see us suffer in the future. We understood and we took every moment with thoughts of their wise words. Every moment of our lives we remembered them, because without them, we are good as dead.
Mum was there all along, with tears and also smiles, in my successes and failures she was behind me. All along she prayed for the best although we couldn't give her the best. I'm proud to say, she's my mum, the woman who's there all along my 18 years of life. I'm happy to see her happy, but I knew her sorrows are too deep for the whole family. I know, that one day I will pay for what she'd done for us. For dad, for brother, for me.
Dad, he was there even though he wasn't physically there. Banker of the family. The one who never gives a shit about other people's wealth, because he understands the true meaning of getting rich, not of money and wealth but of the love and care for the family. I saw him break chairs on my brother, but my brother didn't lay a hand on him. I saw him crack the belt on my brother but brother didn't ran out of the house. I didn't escaped from what my brother felt. I didn't escape reality because at the end the day, we know that he loves us. He didn't have to show us.
Years go by, but memories remain.
Voiced at 11:03 PM on 28 May 2009