I remember the first time my parents got home carrying a strange widen box in their hands ...
I ran and jumped in their arms not carrying about that weird thing in their hands ...
My mother held me so tight in her arms as she squeezed the fudge out of me :p I was 1 years old so I fit in her arms perfectly
'' somebody missed his bedtime ''
she said throwing me into dad's arms
'' Me ?? ''
I said innocently
'' yes you , you little naughty ''
my dad said taking me up to my room .
My parents meant everything to me back then when I was a child .
they still do , but back then they really did ...
