...My Parents...

My father and my mother are loving parents but there are times they do not care about me. They always say that they are always right so I shall follow them and I am only their child, but since birth I never heard from them that I am important and I don't even feel it. But still I love them because I realize that they are the one who give birth to me and sometimes support me...

.....When I am sad, sometimes I asked myself what if they grow up me well just because they need a child who we will take care of them when they grow old. That question makes me sad and sometimes I cry everytime I ask that to myself. My father's name is Mario while my mother's name is Violeta. My father is working in a cargo ship. He is a marine engineer. He already saw many countries but usually in South America and in Asia. My mother is a simple housewife. She's the one who always with us at home...

.....After grade 4, my mother is no longer helping me with my homeworks because my sister needs more attention to her studies. Now, I am second year student next school year and I am not expecting my parents will give an attention to me. For me, I am happy that they are just here with me!