Thursday, December 22, 2005
No, no, this isn’t a post on Jeffrey Archer’s collection of short stories…though they were splendid! I just stole the title of one of them, because well, I thought it was apt for the subject of what I’m going to write- my parents.
My parents got married way back in September, 1969. An arranged marriage, they knew nothing about each other. My mom, a young, innocent girl of 20 and my dad, a handsome 24 year old! Even after marriage they hardly got to know one another. My brother was born a year after and the 2nd one followed soon. Mom got bound taking care of two of the brattiest kids ever to be born while dad got busy with his ever-increasing workload.
Years went by. Just when they thought they could have some fun when my brothers were old enough to take care of themselves, I came into the picture. You’d think I’d do them a favor by being a good girl…no, sire! I monopolized all of my parents’ time and they got to spend none with each other.
Soon my brothers got married. Then my niece was born. Mom got busy and dad got busier. Their behavior with each other wasn’t what they really wanted it to be. They found time to quarrel with one another…and grew further apart.
It’s been a while now…I sort of, became used to their constant bickering. But I’ve noticed, ever since dad retired, it’s gone down considerably. Finally after all those years, they’re able to take time out for themselves. They go out a lot now, meet up with old friends, and spend quiet moments together. It’s so nice to see them look at each other with affection. My heart swells when I see them holding hands and taking walks together.
I smile, and realize my parents fell in love…again.