My Interest With My Parents

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For years my life was carelessly balancing on the constant forgiveness and love of my parents. Not under any condition have I ever thought to return the debt I owe to my parents, in the exception of my maturation. The existing bonds I currently share with my parents, coincided with the understanding of their love towards me. Not long ago, I came to an internal conclusion of how the bond with my parents should be. I realized that without my understanding, mutual love was not possible. As a reason of my physical growth and maturation, the amount of daily responsibilities increased. With such minor responsibilities the understanding of my parents’ life became evident. In addition, my maturation caused the development of personal believes…show more content…
An area where I am still lacking completely is trusting my parents with all, conflicts arise because of my desire for personal accomplishment without any dependence on others. Alternatively, all my reliance should be dedicated to my parents, who will never purposely inflict harm. Undoubtedly, there are many uncountable days in which I am easily irritable and that flaming temper is released on the two people who have done nothing wrong in my direction. The sense of being guilty only strikes after the rude burst out, the guilt and shame cutting my heart into pieces. I am entirely liable for choosing homework or social media over my parents; sadly in some cases we both do not have an alternative option. Our complicated lives make it extremely difficult to fully communicate with ease. When we arrive at home, we have our daily tasks and responsibilities, which restrain our relationship. Quality time is rarely spent with my father because of his tiring job and many responsibilities. In some circumstances, I blame my own father for not spending enough time with me; again the guilt hits me dauntlessly. How am I even capable of blaming my father for providing food, clothing, and shelter to the family? My fabricated, self-righteous nature always puts me in a position of the victim and others as the worst antagonists alive. The young daughter my parents are raising is living on their grace daily, accepting
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