Entry 28: Parents...

u know...
parents being parents...
they always have a soft spot for their kids...

no matter what u do...
no matter how unreasonable u can be...
u are always their kid...
and that makes u always forgivable...

u can do shit...
and by virtue of u being their kid...
they can let things slip...

and sometimes u kind of think...
is there a limit...
a bound to the love...
if there is...
where is it?...
don't u want to test it out?...

but by then...
would things have gone too far...

"so even though i no longer need to live off my parents...
i am working and self-sufficient...
i never stop asking them for money...

even though i don't really need to...
but i do...

even though i know they probably have to be a little thrifty themselves just to support me...
i never stop asking...

mostly because i know if i ask they will give...
ask and u shall receive...
never for once have they questioned why i still take from them...

i asked...
and i get...
either immediate...
or at most in a couple of days...

as long as the amount is not too outrageous...
it is within the range...

and i have through time mastered the range...
not too little to make them feel if it is so little why u still need to ask for it...
and not too much to make them wonder why u need such a big sum...
just enough...

through time it becomes a habit...
a habit of asking...
a habit of giving...
no question asked...
no suspicions...
just the routine exchange...

which is perfect really...

for i have the liberty to spend it however i want...
and the liberty not to worry when i need more...

all i need to do is ask...

so i have kept asking...
must have been for months now...
and the limit of their love really sees no bound...
no question...
no anger...
no skepticism...

and for once i was afraid i would never found the limit...
the breaking point...

then i was afraid i have found it...
that it may come too soon...

for i have dug a hole for myself...
and the least i want is for them to begin questioning...

where did the money go...
how can i answer...
i just need to weather it through...

they should have ask earlier...
and they can ask later...
but now is not the right time...

as day grew by i got more afraid...
i need to know the next installment would come...
now is not the time to fail...

everything would go to ruins...

and when i finally got out of the hole...
i know i have to tell them the truth...
i began to fear...

what would happen if they found out what i have done...
would they be angry...
would they be too shock...
their son was not the boy they thought he was...
sweet boy they cherished...
their son to whom their love sees no bound...

i may break them apart...
with emotions they have not felt before...
at least not towards their beloved child...

but i can't hide things anymore...
i must tell them the truth...
revealed what i did...
my devious plan...

so i sit here now waiting...
waiting for them to come home...
waiting to show them the truth...

they have live in the dark for too long...
now they should see the light...

to my parents:

sorrie i kept asking...
thank u for not asking...
for so many months...
u stick with me without a grunt...
what u dare not spend...
here in my hands...
this is a little gift...
from ur beloved kid...

i hope u enjoy what i help u saved up for...
this gift that i have bought...

..."

ok this is purely fiction...
but i hope u take a moment to think...
if u are saving up for a gift for ur parent...
hopefully not from their own money like in the story...
but from ur own pockets...
what would u have gotten them?...
there are countless things they give up because of u...
is there one that u can at least give them back?...
if u have something in mind...
i hope u can remember that...
work towards that...

make it the greatest gift ever...

to all parents in the world...

we shit...
we poop...
u clean up...