Somehow, along the way, I became bitter. I forgot how much love I have inside, how much more there is besides pain. I forgot to thank my mom for giving birth to me and instead I started judging her from my adult eyes now.

I forgot all the compassion I have for life.All the beauty I used to stare at is now only captured in instagram stories.

I have emptied myself trying to show the world how much there is inside.I have ignored all the advice my father gave me and instead I judged him too, for not being able to give up on his habits. And now I am a slave of my habits.

The day I went home to see my parents, my father was waiting for me at the airport, something I took for granted, and sort of expected it to happen.

My father cried when he saw me, and all I could think of was how fragile he is becoming and I am not there to make him stronger like he made me, as a child.

He taught me to be independent and smart, and I ended up being ...