There's this dad who's a certified womanizer, a pathological liar, a gambler, and a drunkard. What's annoying most of the time, is the fact that he looks at his wife as a carabao in a field rather than a queen and a woman.
However, despite these facts, he's caring when it comes to his children. Parents like this are devil for the others. But perhaps for some, they still find this compassion and care amongst the odds. It is both brave and tough to still care despite of the traumas and pain accumulated for years.
The reason why we developed hate towards our parents is due to the fact that they are imperfect. They are different from us, youth. I'm not saying that youths of today is perfect, ain't no way that will ever happen. What I'm pointing is, us from our parents, we differ in perspective. What we perceive as right can be a nasty idea for them. And off it goes vice versa.
But in this book's case, there's no way a womanizer, a drunkard, a liar, and an excessive gambler, can ever be justified. Although we differ in perspective, there are these implied truths and unchangeable facts we cannot further reason out wrong. As for the parents, we recognized that they are once a child and that they never stop learning. However, if the sin and the damage is as clear as a water from a glass bottle—don't you ever justify yourself. You are a parent, how come your child turned out smarter than you?
The reason why we love these people— our parents, is because of blood and habit. We learned how to love them for we are from them. We learned how to care for them because we are close and relative enough to not feel anything. Blood never runs out unless you're dead. For a child, love never runs out unless they're dead. No matter how much we admit to ourselves we hated our parents because they never really understood us, we can't deny the fact that when an unfortunate news flashed, elucidating that our parents were critical or dead, we will surely come and take a look despite the hatred.
This is why most of our sleepless nights lies at what our parents are eliciting and modeling to us. Silent sobs covered in thick pillows and blankets, that alone demonstrates how a child loved despite the hate.
Blood never runs out. But maybe, just maybe, when that blood was mixed into a water of an old and grown hate parents never took the initiative to cut off, blood can grow useless and numb.
Parents, take care of us, emotionally. Because most of the time, the reason behind our value of never getting married is how you handled your marriage we were centered to witness. We can never outgrow the love we had for you the moment we came to know and witness your faces. However, despite that universal bond, you have no right to do the scariest and traumatizing things we never deserved to feel. Despite the love, you can never have a rationale behind to justify an act that is so wrong.
