There is a longing in my heart that would not be quiet down. It could possibly be a reaction to the thunderstorm that has been lighting the sky all night. Recently, I been thinking about abandonment issues. I thought back to the days of my childhood. When my parents migrated to the Unites States I had to share my waking time with one or the other. I could never see them both for too long since they worked opposite shifts to help take care of us. One day, I woke up with a fever and I had my dad and my mom on each side of me. I asked them why they didn't go work and they both said I was more important. I wanted to cry because I felt so important. There were a lot of moves during my childhood and odd schedules. When I feel homesick which is mostly this numbing pain in the center of my throat I tried to think back to that memory as a reminder that I have always been important to my parents and though there were circumstances that made me feel completely alone. I was always loved.
There is a longing in my heart that would not be quiet down. It could possibly be a reaction to the thunderstorm that has been lighting the sky all night. Recently, I been thinking about abandonment issues. I thought back to the days of my childhood. When my parents migrated to the Unites States I had to share my waking time with one or the other. I could never see them both for too long since they worked opposite shifts to help take care of us. One day, I woke up with a fever and I had my dad and my mom on each side of me. I asked them why they didn't go work and they both said I was more important. I wanted to cry because I felt so important. There were a lot of moves during my childhood and odd schedules. When I feel homesick which is mostly this numbing pain in the center of my throat I tried to think back to that memory as a reminder that I have always been important to my parents and though there were circumstances that made me feel completely alone. I was always loved.
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