
Sometimes the children take upon their shoulders the happiness of their parents and struggle to be perfect finding themselves failing every time... they carry a burden so heavy with pride because for a change they feel like the main source of happiness or sorrow. Other times the kids don't say anything, they surprise their parents with a very tranquil answer of understanding, but deep down they don't really do, and when they least expect it a fear comes into their minds... a fear so big and strong that they feel as if they could die in that second. That fears sometimes comes in different packages... as a need of love and attention, as the biggest insecurities.... of their bodies, of their school grades or their friendships... sometimes the fear hides and comes out in tears. These same kids who didn't cry during the separation now cry over a trip that one of the parents has to do or over the fear that something bad is going to happen to them....
Either way, if parents are separated or not. They are very important. Even if they are absent, there is a need of every human been to know that someone out there cared enough to give them the opportunity to live in this world. Somehow just knowing that there is a mother or a father out there loving you means the world. It gives you identity, confidence. And yes, sometimes people are not perfect....sometimes you wish they would speak less, ask more, listen more often or simply hugged you while you cry. But the reality is that no one is perfect, and even though we sometimes take them for granted, at least they are there... making mistakes, trying... At least someone is present. At least someone is trying....
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