My parents

My parents

Our parents. Now they are still young, prosperous, and we, no matter how independent we do not want to become, so much in need of their help. And they are always ready to give us their hands. I can not believe that once everything can be the other way around: they will become helpless and will need us. How can we behave ourselves?

Will we become for them consolation and joy or will we turn their old age into hell, as the proverb says? For the first time I put this question before me and try to comprehend its depth. You can find just a simple answer for yourself, that, of course, I will always cherish and love my parents. But what will actually be behind these words? Of course, my life will show it. And therefore, I think; that first and foremost it must be built reasonably, on solid moral bearings: a proper professional choice, a good family and respect for people. This will be the greatest joy for my parents, as for all other mothers and fathers.

It was this responsibility for my life that they always taught me. But there is another. What they did not teach me, but what I feel myself. It is care for them, responsibility for their lives, their health, their peace of mind and joy. I think that not always my mother’s eyes will be so sparkling, and my father’s eyes are so sure. How do you want to obscure and protect them from restless time and all sorts of ills. And how can we do this so that these words are not just words?


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My parents