I get angry with my father for the smallest things. I am not so nice when he calls me 'tum', when he takes my name instead of using a term of endearment, when he doesn't look at me lovingly. Without there being a need to communicate this , he understands it later and always makes up for it. I never tell him, just become a little bit detached , give him his medicine hurriedly , don't joke as often for an hour or so and keep escaping his sight. He always figures it out. We can't stop bickering.
Every fathers day , and on every event when his shadow protects me everywhere , I feel so sad about the people who don't experience this anymore. We find some people selfish. But the way I look at it , somebody without parents HAS to be selfish . It is a matter of survival for them. We don't have to be selfish when we know someone is out there , guarding our interests , being selfish 'for' us. Being selfish is a necessity when you don't have anything to fall back on. Living without a parent matures you in a way that is incomprehensible for those who have the privilege to take their presence for granted.
Every fathers day , and on every event when his shadow protects me everywhere , I feel so sad about the people who don't experience this anymore. We find some people selfish. But the way I look at it , somebody without parents HAS to be selfish . It is a matter of survival for them. We don't have to be selfish when we know someone is out there , guarding our interests , being selfish 'for' us. Being selfish is a necessity when you don't have anything to fall back on. Living without a parent matures you in a way that is incomprehensible for those who have the privilege to take their presence for granted.
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