" It's not easy to hold it in inside;
nor is this silence I willingly abide,
so I let my words through these pages ride"

Monday, October 18, 2010

Love of your family

There is something about the love of your family. Kinship. The love of your blood relations. It is deep, deep rooted and firm at the core. Like the love your mother. Or the love of your father. Which may not always be shown on the surface, but when in need, it's like the shade of a tree that protects you from the storm, it gives you energy. Concern. It is the kind of love that shows such deep concerns for you, that when you're in pain, they are hurting too, and when you're anxious, so are they, and when you're happy, they share your joy. Indifference can hurt so much.

The love of your mother. Who would never tell you to not eat even if you weighed a 1000 pounds. The love of your father. Who would never ask you to do chores, because his child is always daddy's little one and he couldn't bear to see her at work.

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