I sometimes imagine what it would be like to have myself as a kid;
a young kid, who depends on me,
who asks me for stuffs that I don’t want to buy,
and who rebels against what I believe in.
maybe I’ll get upset,
maybe I’ll try to persuade the kid,
or maybe I’ll try to manipulate the kid.
so when I see my own parent
be so real with me,
be so honest with me,
and be so pure-minded with me,
my fists melt in gratitude,
my head bows in humbleness,
and my heart swells in love.
It is true:
I am grateful for my parents.
6.17.2022
Ralph with Coffee 