05/09/2025
Wake up, my love, today is your birthday.
…No, my old man, I don’t want to rise today.
Why not, my darling? Today should be joy, it’s your birthday…
…No, my old man, it will be like the last few years—waiting with hope, only to end in tears. We’ll sit at the table alone, keep the food warm a little longer, pray our children will walk through the door… and then fall asleep crying in each other’s arms when dawn breaks and they still haven’t come.
Don’t cry, my old lady. We still have us—you and me. Our children were a blessing from God, but they’ve grown, and we must let them fly. We gave them all our love, more than we had for ourselves.
…I know, my old man, but the silence hurts. Every year another piece of my heart breaks. Their absence leaves a wound that never heals.
Don’t cry anymore, my darling. Remember the laughter, the birthdays when they were small, when tiny hands blew out candles and the house rang with joy. We gave them everything we could. They live in comfort now, but in forgetting us, they’ve forgotten what true love means.
…Yes, my old man. Poor are our rich children, for they lost the wealth of a parent’s embrace.
Get up, my love. Today is not for sorrow. Today is for gratitude—to thank God for the beautiful years, for the gift of family, for the love that never dies between us. Today, let’s celebrate together.
…Yes, my old man, I will rise, because I don’t want you to celebrate alone.
💭 Not all the gold in the world can equal the love of a mother or father. Value them now, while their hearts still beat for you. For when they are gone, no regret will ever heal the emptiness.
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