Lately, something just haunts me.
It’s fear, and, at the same time, memories came up telling valuable things that I shouldn’t forget.
To be honest and direct, I’m losing my parents, both of them, soon. They are sick and there’s not much I can do.
But I wasn’t here to talk about this but, about the little things that we do for someone when we really love them.
Things that, most of times, we don’t even notice they do, but still…
These days I started to think about every single time it happened, and, well, It’s a shame I couldn’t do the same for them.
You know, I like pears since I was 1, when my grandfather liked to give it to me, his owns.
And since them, my mother, no matter if there’s money (and usually no) or if she’s mad at me or anything, even when I didn’t deserve any consideration, there was always a pear, a single one, for me in the fridge.
She never told me she bought it, she never brought it to me, she left it there with the apples, for me and no one else.
There’s some things so little, so small, poeple do for who they loves that in the middle of all the hurryness, we don’t even notice, and… they don’t need us to notice them, they just… do, It’s what love is about.
I usually wouldn’t do posts like this, but I’m in a lack of friends to talk now, so, sorry for the long post.
Have a nice day.