We born and start to know the world,
We can see many thing and learn how to speak,
We listen many sound and start to ask,
We grew up and ready to find our own path.
We never know and start to realize that much we growing up, much someone growing old.
Sooner we will be the one who teach the old one about world, and often we mad when we must reply everything twice.
Do we realize that when we are young, they always reply everything more than twice ?
When we grow up, we screw up and often we mess up.
The old one will never give up on us.
Hardly to be replaced, easily to forgive us.
Never give up, never complain and never regret that we are exist.
The old one is one and only one with unconditional love from their heart not from their mouth.
Never say they love us much but we can feel it deep inside our heart.
The true love from our parent.
