your parents.

the reason why you are here. yet the same ones you refused to drop you off in front of school—because your friends would see you.

the reason why you go as hard you do. to give back everything they provided for you as a child and still manage to do.

the reason you respect elders. and still the reason you respond with  a yes ma’am or no sir–at least in my case.

your parents—you don’t choose them. but you are sure grateful to have them now, more than ever.

how crazy and nearly estranged they seemed to you. to one minute fuss about your misbehavior and “show out” in front of your friends to turn back around and say “I still love you but…you have to do better” or something to that effect. the look on your face.

it’s funny how you didn’t want them around but, when things go bad there they are one call away. one prayer away from getting you out of  ’the worst day ever’.

your parents. that when you ask them how their day went–it went just fine.

your parents hardly complaining and never letting up.

be grateful. for. your parents.