“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” –William Arthur Ward
Today marks the Thanksgiving Day. No one really celebrates, or even take notice of it here. But anyway. 18 years of our life had passed, there must be at least one or two people out there that we owe them in one way or another.
For me, it's a whole train of names, without whom I will not be who I am today.
(Yes, it sounds cliche, but that really is it)
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Of course, the very first persons that we have to thank for our very existence is definitely our parents.
They may be poor or ugly, they may smoke or gamble obsessively, they may be violent or speaks vulgarity, they may be strict or naggy. But they are who they are - our creator.
What on earth beats a parent's love for their child. Nothing, though arguably.
Yes, there may be cases where they are abusive or neglects their sons/daughters. But the fact that they had the courage to create, conceive and eventually give birth to the greatest creation in this world shows just two things: 1) they are brave, and 2) they simply our existence, for one reason or another.
All these while, I've never one moment forget all the minute yet significant things that my parents had done for me. They are ordinary people to the world, but superheros in the life of their children.
I don't know the real reason for my existence in this world, it may be planned or accidental; either way, I'm glad I'm here. I won't say for sure that that's the case for my parents (since I'm sometimes really a nuisance), but that's the case for me, at least.
They are poor, they are naggy, they neglect our needs, they fail to fulfill us financially, they suck when they step into our private zones.
But when they are my parents, they are my superheros.
No one else will wake up in the middle of the night to console me when they hear me cry out in distress. No one else with a weak knee will walk 400m in the middle of the night just to get me a bottle of chicken essence for my exam the next morning. No one else will cane and scold me and cry secretly in the room out of disappointment. No one else, but my superheros.
Thanks, super-dad and super-mom. You are so ordinary, so super.
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(The rest can wait)
