But they do.

After years of being angry at how I was raised,
and how badly I treated them then, and
what insane acts committed that they went through.

Even through that, it really does amaze me
how much they love me.

It’s a strange and funny thing how you only
start realizing these things when you get older.

Being of asian heritage, communication has always been
a tough issue.

I don’t have much to say, but I talk to them.
It’s 1000x better than a decade ago.

I just don’t know what to talk about with them.

I would like to be closer to my parents,
but unsure as to what else I can do.
shruggles