Despite what the last few chapters have made them out to be, my parents aren't bad people. They're trying, they really are. They're just horrifically bad at it.
For instance my mom came into my room as I was typing this and tried an energy drink for the very first time. A rockstar punched. Her face crumpled up and she pretty obviously didn't like it. We had a good time, we laughed and had fun. She's trying.
Or maybe take my dad as an example. We go places a lot and hang out a lot and laugh and have fun. I remember one time we were on a trip upcountry and we were out fishing on a boat. We had so much fun on that weekend. He's trying.
But that doesn't mean they're doing a good job.
They're simply trying.
