I was always a (pretty) good kid. I saw how my older sisters behavior hurt my parents, and I never wanted to hurt them like that. Looking back, I know my sisters never meant to hurt them, they were just being teenagers. Which sometimes (as in my sisters’ cases) means experimenting with drugs and alcohol, or just being stupid.
And forgetting to be civil to those who love us most.
Even as a “good” kid, I had trouble with this one. I was, after all, a hormonal teenage girl.
If you’re lucky enough to still have your mother or father, call them up (don’t text or email) and tell them you love them. Tell them you appreciate everything they have done for you. They, like you, are not perfect. They make mistakes, just like you. But they’re the only parents you will ever have.
To my own parents, who are now my angels, I love you more than ever. Thank you for being you. And for putting up with me.