:: Purposeful Death Overhead ::

Its interesting how the relationship with parents de evolves over years. When you're young and you do something awful, you pount and cry, and bring your parents each a cookie as a sign of truce, and all is forgiven. As you get older, nothing is so simple because you (in your belief) are right. You have three choices: to keep bringing your parents that cookie and solemly accept their faulty choices, or inform them that they are not correct- even if that means a bit of shouting. If you choose that second path, it seems that family you know changes. They still say say good morning - when you say it to them, they still eat with you - when you specifically ask them to, but a strange wall seems to form, so even if you bring out that cookie as a means of restoring order, they cooly accept it - "thanks," and keeping watching their movie. You're just another person living in the house, and if you ask about something, it is as though you're a bother, like you're complaining again, and all they're doing is compling with the orders of a nuescence who main goal in life is to yell and boss people around.

I see that's how the estrangement between parent and child occurs - waking up after some passionate fight that each feels their right about, one suddenly realizes they don't need their parents any more for survival. They move out, start their own world, and the parents ignore their own repressed feeling of love.

Then one day - years have passed, not one word, and a chance spill of luggage at an airport brings two of you face to face. You two parties exchanges greetings - politely, but not too politely. There's a moment of awkward silence, during which you each long to say to the other party -

some small talk, perhaps a muffin and another exchange of fake smiles. And then you're off, back into your personalized world, and you don't ever think of the other except for at night, when you're falling asleep, faintly thinking "i remember . I had a ..."

And so be it, you live , until one day, a black envelope comes.

:: Alina 9:05 PM Comments: Post a Comment