Today I am going to my country after one and half years, I am so excited to be able to see my parents and I guess so are they! But are they able to express their feelings? Why can't they openly say that they are excited to meet their daughter and grandkids too? Why can't they go shopping rampantly to buy stuff for us? Why are they so petrified to let it all be known to my brother? After thirty-six years of my life, I recognize all these questions wandering in my mind, their minds too....but have no answer to any! This troubles me a lot! Maybe it's just a glitch in my mind that has occupied a permanent place therein. Maybe it is just the way I want to see the glass half filled with water. Maybe I don't understand the other side of the picture...Maybe I know that at an old age they want to have a more dependable person with them... I know all these 'maybe's' but I also want them to know what message I get every time and what cost do I pay for being so 'understanding daughter' every time! Every such time, I feel not wanted, unimportant, invaluable in their eyes....but maybe I am not... Image taken from: http://brian-shearer.com/2009/03/a-couple-more-pencil-sketches-of-girls/All Rights Reserved