Thu, 02/08/2018 - 19:44 -- Adesewa

Dear ME,

        There is something special about you and you might not see it. Look all around you, there are people that love you and care for you aren't you satisfied? Your mother wakes up every morning with a back that has been in pain from helping to nurse people back to health. Aren't you satisfied? Your father stands up for 16 hours making sure food is on the table at his job for customers and at home. Aren't you satisfied? Yes its the satisfaction that people need from you so that at least they know you care. That's me, that they struggle and suffer for.

        Its not your fault that they love you and want the best for you, but it can be your fault if you fail them. Excuses, excuses, excuses, but your not facing reality. Your parents face reality everyday like a storm. It hits them with bills, family issues, marriage issues, and so on, but you don't face what they face everyday. They make sure that you never face pain, stress, and financial problems, but your still not satisfied. So what will quench your satisfaction? All this effort are they not enough?


Adesewa O. 


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