I just read Jun's blog and I wanted to comment so much about it that when I tried to type it in her chatterbox, it just seems so long and more appropriate if i put it here.

She said she was reading her mother's palm lines and realised how short her life line was. And it hit her how she had always taken her mother for granted.

I had moments like this too. More than once. Sometimes, my mother will go out of her way to do things for us, for me. And she did it purely out of love. And I'll realised how old she really is and it hit me how anytime she could just leave me.

Those thoughts scares me.

I think of how dependable I am on her. And then I think of how I never properly told her how much I appreciate her. All the petty things I fight with her over. How long before I truly grow up and return her the love she has showered on me all these 20 years?

And my father too. A good-tempered man who most often than not incurs the wrath of my moodswings when he spoke words of concern which I took to be nuisance when I'm doing my work.

I snap and bite when I'm in a bad mood and they merely embrace my flaws. Parents are indeed the most noble people on Earth.

How long am I going to take them for granted?

I wish I could say, right after this blog, I'll be a better daughter. But I know it won't be true even if I utter those words. It takes time to change, and a whole lot of resolution. I have probably told myself to be patient with my parents plenty of times before but the changes never lasted. And people are whores. They don't change until it's too late.

But at least I promise I'll try to sleep on my anger the next time i felt the urge to speak those hurtful words again. Hopefully, it won't be too late for me.