03 - Your parents

Parents.

The only people who will love you for who you really are.

The people I sometimes take for granted.

Forever indebted to them.

Twenty years. Twenty years of putting up with me, I've seen what it's done to them.

My dad used to hold my hand when we crossed the road.  The back of his hand was smooth and you could see his darker veins and muscles.  The other day he was reading a paper and I saw his hand - it's changed so much!  More tanned, more scarring (from the gardening no doubt!) and many more fine wrinkle lines.  And mum, every so often I help her dye her hair to hide the greys, and it surprises me each time, how rapid these greys come to light. There seem to be more each time.

Argh. What time does to us. It's depressing.  It makes me think that one day they won't be here anymore.

To delay their departure, I have banned both from buying timtams and replaced the full cream carton with shape milk.  No more white bread, instead, multi grain bread and exercise are on the new menu!

It's selfish, I know, but who knew that multi grain bread could taste so good?!