My mom had her breast cancer surgery yesterday. I'm going to see her for the first time since her diagnosis. I won't show her my pain today. I need to show her the strength I have for both of us as the man I've become to get all of us through this. I'd known my whole life I'd one day assume the mantle of the man of the house with my dad working himself to death and my brother having downs syndrome. Adopted or not I will be the one to carry the family name on and take care of my mother and brother when my dad was gone. Today I face not only the mortality of the people most precious to me but my own morality as I watch idly while the ones before slowly fade from this world while I continue to march through time only to succumb to the same fate one day.
You there anon. Tell your parents that you love them. I don't care how you feel about them. They raised you to be who you are now. Show them the love you want to before it's too late.