Words left unsaid

Travelling with others is always tricky, especially when the others in question are your loved ones. Or in my case, my parents.

Frankly, I didn't think this was going to be an issue, as I already spent a grueling week with them on the Yellow Stone/ Mt. Rushmore tour. I was wrong. Playing peacemaker was not something that I wanted to do, but did. I also spent some time consoling my mom.

In the end, I understood my parents more. I know that my dad tried to show me a good time by taking me to Japan, etc. He can never tell me he loves me, but he will show it through his actions. The same goes for my mom. I was touched when I found out that my mom tried to get me passion fruits because I wanted them, and cough medicine at night when she heard me coughing.

Life is funny. I spent my twenties trying to become independent, and when I am independent, I am awash with the feelings I did not expect, longing to be with my folks. Behind all the kicking and screaming, there is a little old me, that just wants all six of us to be together and again. But that's life for you... Wanting what you don't have.