cute.

i had wanted to blog about this 2 days ago but i was too busy. haha. now i get to share this! like finally~

it was nothing big actually...

on my way home, i boarded the same bus with a father and his 2 young sons. the father was carrying 4 boxes of donuts (=S) in one hand and trying to hold on to the younger son's hand on the other. After they sat down, he started asking them about school and talked about random stuffs. haha. the younger son, being more talkative and more hyperactive, was yak-yak-ing throughout the bus trip. he was also a little clumsy and could not keep his balance but he just could not sit still.

i think i got a little emo on the bus. that scene reminded me of a quote i came across that morning.
"When our child is a baby, he or she is a bundle of joy. But now that the child has grown up to be a teen, he or she can, sometimes, become a bundle of frustrations." - CL, Nov Issue.

obviously the 2 kids aren't teenagers, but like a teenager, a child is someone who require loads of attention, commitment, care, whateverwhatever. it's not easy to bring up a child. you need to tell them to sit still, buy stuffs to distribute to classmates on their birthday, bring them out etcetcetc. hahaha.

i was reminded of the times i caused them worry (oops)/didn't treat my parents too well (OOPS). when i'm feeling pissed off, i would snap at them, especially at my mum. when i was younger, i tried to go against my dad - refused to his advice, strongly refuted his reasoning, coming home late (it was quite late for me then), throwing tantrums whateverwhatever. i think i was their bundle of frustrations through and through. haha. never failed to give them problem-solving tasks to do right from birth (well. i was a prematured baby and their 1st child. so my mum was super worried about many things. that was what she told people.)

as i listened on to the conversation between the father and sons, i concluded that the donuts were meant to be distributed in class the next day as it would be his elder son's birthday. so sweet of his dad. 4 boxes of donuts for others and none for himself (i presumed). must have been really expensive (the donuts there were sooo small that i can stuff the whole thing in my mouth. the price wasn't worth the size at all.)

well.. (most!) parents love their children unconditionally. my dad brought me out to eat breakfast at MAC almost every weekend when i was younger. my parents allowed me to do the things i like - taking up piano, dance lessons etc. allowed me to major in psychology (they didn't expect me to be some lawyer/doctor/some professional). covered expenses for my HK trip (well. i was supposed to pay but i "forgot". HAHA). etcetcetc. if i have to name everything, 10 pages would probably be insufficient. haha.

i was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude towards them. they have done so much for me and my brother. they were always there for us but we took them for granted. haha. i can't believe i ever contemplated running away from home once. i had a nice home! what was i thinking then? zzz.

wa lao. am i thinking too much or what?