Spending some time with my parents doesn’t clear my head.
I have always loved my folks. I grew up protected.
We didn’t have much. But we had each other.
They’d sell their soul for us kids.
They did not.
My brother went to a boarding school when I was 13.
We are as close as you can get when you see each other once a month.
Utter sadness sets in.
This is my parents life.
6 to 6 work days.
Exhausted from trying to be happy.
I love them.
And I will leave them in the morning.