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time just does'nt wait, does it?

Everytime I look at my parents in the morning,
it's always just fleeting glances, greeting them with bread in my mouth as I rush to meet Kit at the MRT station.
I fail to notice the aging lines,
the cuts and bruises they have gotten from work,
and most importantly,
how little time I spent communicating with them.

Just as I get to enjoy television with them,
One hour of tv time with them just passes lightning fast.
As I grow older,
it seems that I spent little, and little time with them.
The eaglet will still have to fly some day.

It just gets me all guilty,
when it's my parents' off day,
and I had already planned to go out that very same day.
Like having attentional collapse,
I would enjoy the very moment I have with my friends,
and its only when I reach home
with the living room lights off,
and dinner cold on the table for me,
would I then start to feel the ache.
Feel that I'm not all that filial afterall.

Their age is chasing up with them,
yet they still have to worry if I have enough to spend,
how am I progressing,
do I need to engage tuition teachers,
how is this how is that.
I guess I would be one of the few teenagers
that would love to listen my parents asking me these questions,
that probably,
would have been deemed as "nagging" by many.

I have this fear.
This really vivid, real fear.
I can't imagine when I have to see them leave me,
as they part off to paradise.
I'm trying my best to not fall into the vortex of attentional collapse with my friends,
so that I can keep my balance between friends and family,
so that I can grasp those little time with them,
so that I can ...
how should I put it,
so that I can have more memories of them with me?

Not that they are dying this minute or anything,
but nothing is what we can predict right?
What if they meet with some mishap and I lose them overnight?
Can I still think rationally?
Can I still keep my cool?
Will I not shed those tears, even upon request by them?
I'm skeptical.
Even as I type this post, I can feel tears boiling up,
as I imagine the scene of them leaving me.

Why the sudden post on my parents?
Nothing much,
Just that after wasting 17 years of my life,
I finally.

I finally learnt how to treasure time.
I finally REALISE, how fast time flies.


you're dumb, berlinda.


berlindaang.

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