"Meow meow", Hazel purring in the arms of my mother. Hazel was my pet....a black cat..... I don't know why I named it Hazel then..
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Soon my father joined and he started playing with Hazel.. "Dad, you said you didn't like cats and now you are playing with it"
"Yeah but.... Hazel is a good girl.....you go and get a woolen ball she likes it"
"I brought that woolen ball"
My siblings also joined.... I don't know why but except me everyone was playing with Hazel even though she was my cat.. I wondered if they loved me the way they love Hazel things would be better... I want to run to them the way Hazel do
I noticed while I was sitting on a chair To my parents a cat was so dear Why all that love? Why all that care? All came in a cat's share? I wanted their love ...when I was scared Growing up doesn't mean that I don't need them here I'm still afraid of nightmares... I needed their love , their love , I swear They were with me almost everywhere Why still I found them nowhere? To my every heartbreak why they are unaware? Please help me mom I cant repair... Dad I can't get out of despairs...
(Sometimes all we want is to be loved by our parents and nothing else If your parents are still alive and love you....they obviously do......run to them like a 2 year old... Like the cat was purring in my moms lap and like the cat was playing with my father Get up ....go play with your dad....go love your mom... discuss what makes their baby cry....like a little baby... don't get shy....run to them like a cat runs to its owner When nothing can heal....they can Be grateful if your parents love you..
