20th through the 24th
so my parents are leaving to L.A. for a couple of days.
my dad still has some paid vacation leave.
and my mom wanted to go and visit her sisters.
but the thing is...
my birthday's on the 23rd.
me: "so when are you coming back?"
mom: "um...the 24th i think.."
me: "mom, you know you're gonna be gone for my birthday, right?"
mom: "yeah, but we had to get the tickets, otherwise they would have been really expensive."
me: *doesn't say anything else*
i can't believe that i almost cried while i was having this conversation with her the other day.
it's just that...i think my parents sometimes forget that me and my sister still need to be told that they love us. or shown that we are loved. when we were little it was simple because it's just so fucking easy to love a baby. but now...i'm almost 22...i mean 21...and things are so different at my house.
but when i think about it, i'm a really hard person to love.
there's this korean tradition.
when its someone's birthday, there is a special soup made.
it's supposed to give you good health and a whatnot for the next year.
and my mom has made me that soup for as long as i can remember for every birthday that i've had.
and i've always blown her off about it.
and now she won't even be here.
my dad still has some paid vacation leave.
and my mom wanted to go and visit her sisters.
but the thing is...
my birthday's on the 23rd.
me: "so when are you coming back?"
mom: "um...the 24th i think.."
me: "mom, you know you're gonna be gone for my birthday, right?"
mom: "yeah, but we had to get the tickets, otherwise they would have been really expensive."
me: *doesn't say anything else*
i can't believe that i almost cried while i was having this conversation with her the other day.
it's just that...i think my parents sometimes forget that me and my sister still need to be told that they love us. or shown that we are loved. when we were little it was simple because it's just so fucking easy to love a baby. but now...i'm almost 22...i mean 21...and things are so different at my house.
but when i think about it, i'm a really hard person to love.
there's this korean tradition.
when its someone's birthday, there is a special soup made.
it's supposed to give you good health and a whatnot for the next year.
and my mom has made me that soup for as long as i can remember for every birthday that i've had.
and i've always blown her off about it.
and now she won't even be here.