After a mentally exhausting day at work and school, I sometimes wish for someone to fetch me a glass of cool water, give me a good neck massage, and basically pamper me in all ways as I plonk onto my roller chair in my room.
But no, there's no such thing. All I get is the blank look of my macbook screen, and several cold and confusing stares from Ruby my rabbit.
Feeling a little disgruntled, I told mom that I was hungry and would like to eat my late dinner soon.

I felt pangs of guilt grip my heart as I swallowed a gulp of saliva. I was ashamed that I was so self centered, and only focused at all my dissatisfactions and complains while my parents have probably felt an even greater depth of the above emotions.
So as I ate my late dinner, I thought about how my mom prepared dinner, how my dad paid for my education.. my heart was overwhelmed with a mixed concoction of thanksgiving, appreciation, embarrassment, and shame. Nonetheless, it was one of the best dinners ever.
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