Originally posted by Detached:
I couldn't help but grieve when I saw the glorious gown of the
morning rays shimmering on my parents' face; how the callous
sunbeams paid emphasis on my parents' weathered faces.
I still remember how they looked when they were young and dazzling.
Now, those cruel lines are etched deeply in their faces, and they
aren't just wrinkles - but lines of sacrifices.
Then my thought shifted to how endearing and patient they were and
how willful a child I was. How they exonerate me, for each fault;
each sin and each wrong I've committed. They certainly deserve
better, they're such awesome and dedicated parents.
They're the people who would neither criticize my lack nor mock my
struggles, instead encourage me to find my strength in my lack and
struggle. Gosh, I promise to be a better son tomorrow. Sorry dad
and mom, I love you.
What a nub. 
