when i was a little girl, i used to feel that my parents, especially my mum, was fonder of my brother than of me. i used to be very upset that they favoured him and showered him with more attention. sometimes i would cry before i sleep cause i feel unloved.

of course, now i know better. i know and feel that they love both of us equally. especially now that there are more opportunities for us to talk to them like adults. especially now when i can see more clearly the things they've done to ensure that my brother and i grow up the best way we could.

there are days now, when i think of them, or look at them, and realise with a startle that my parents are really growing old, just as i'm growing into an adult. and then i begin to worry, about their health, about whether i've been spending enough time with them, whether i've done my best to make them worry less, and be proud.

i love them very much, and i am thankful for all they've given me, both stability and love. as i turn 21, i hope one day, i can repay them, and show them they've parented their children well. =)