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.
Just as those words of instruction came from my mouth, I soon realized that hey, my mom cooked dinner and I bet she had an exhausting day from all the household chores and work too! But no, she didn't nag nor complain about her exhaustion or the lack of appreciation. Instead, she even came into my room and served me a bowl of soup.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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