It took a while for me to understand my parents (yes)………. I practically used eighteen years to get an insight on their attitudes and then it all became crystal clear to me that they really do love me.
I being an only child even from when I was little felt the need to be pampered like my other peers with the same fate of having no younger ones was. I was therefore always pressing for their love in an enormous quantity, wanting to be spoon fed in everything. (Recollecting)………..
One thing about my parents was that they had these beliefs of being firm and disciplinary (wonder)……….. They knew exactly how they wanted to raise their child (smile)… “Spare the rod and spoil the child,” they once told me when I questioned their treatment to me. They had no intention on petting me but implementing values from when I was young which I got to understand later.
In my early teenage years I was never allowed to go out to parties with my friends only to family dinners which were mostly boring. I was scared of my father especially who managed to instill all ounce of fear in me of what will happen if I disobeyed his rules (sad)………. Or so I thought at the time but who could blame me I was too young to think on that level.
I never became rebellious (deep in thought)… I was too afraid to have such a thought. I hated my parents and felt as if I was in a prison held without committing an offence. (Happiness) But as God was to have it that prospect in my life changed and virtually everything else in it became different.
This Saturday was quite a peculiar one when instead of performing back breaking house chores mum requested me to wear my best cloth for we all were going to be making an appearance at grandma’s house for an annual feast which was put off from last week. Oh………… I completely forgot.
I always liked grams because she was down to earth and very sweet to me. She and grandpa live on an island, which I think is very exciting. We visit them but not very much. This particular celebration was going to be massive with many in attendance.
The ceremony passed swiftly but then my dad asked to make a speech. Surprisingly, it was directly addressed to his family; my mum and me, I felt the overpowering impact of his words. They were of love for his family and his motions to make me a better person and I knew that he had achieved because even though I detested them I became of good behaviour and loved by everyone.
His words also entailed that he was devoted to my mum and me and nothing in the universe could determine his undying love for us. At the end of the speech there was a glow in his eyes and the formerly silent place was bombarded with sounds of applauses and jeers of appreciation.
The emotion in me was quite different, my eyes were shielded with tears and they started to fall unconditionally. All the hate in me turned into love and I was truly happy. As people left I called my parents and poured my heart to them. We hugged and kissed and then I felt no day in my life will ever be this perfect.
I then said, “Who is up to some ice-cream”. Laughing we went into the house and I could hear birds singing loudly like they were sharing in my good fortune.
Closing the family album and looking into the eyes of my husband who I loved dearly, something in the inner part of me then said “who ever has not had such an emotional moment in their lives has much to expect in the near future for my case was different because after that faithful day my life fell completely into place.
