You feel the sense of responsibility to keep the house clean, even if it's not very messy. A feeling that hasn't come in years. Not only you get this sense of duty but your little bro whom you have no expectation of starts to sit beside the pile of clothes and start folding them. And you're like oh wow. Because mum has been doing all the chores for all her life for you so you feel the obligation and then the motivation to help out in return.
The house is quiet, without mum making food in the kitchen and singing to herself. But that's okay, cuz a little quietness is okay to bear.
You don't really feel like coming home at night cuz she's not around and coming back just worsens the empty feeling.
I only have to bear this for two days. What about other people who don't have parents staying with them?
When they tell me they don't have parents to come home to I don't really get how they feel, until now. And even now it's just a feeling that scrapes the surface. I can't fully understand how they feel.
So I'm thankful for having a home to come back to.
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