Sometimes we can't feel the love and care of our parents. We even say that they're cruel, strict and sometimes thought that they don't love us.
February 13, 7:00 in the morning when i got home with those wounds i got from a motorcycle accident. A day before that, i ask my mom to hang with my friends, yet she dint allow me so i lied to her. I went to my friends house and there we drank a lot and i even slept there for one night. At at bout 4:00 am when i got a message from her, "Where are you? I've been waiting for you to come home ". I ignore her message and i get back to sleep. 6:30 am when i woke my friends up and ask them to held me home. I really don't know why I felt nervous that time, i even feel sorry for myself. On my way home i ask my friend if I could drive on his motorcycle, he gave me the keys and i drove yet accidentally i loss control and we crash on church's gate. Upon seeing the cross, i felt conscience for what i've done. I got home with wounds,cuts and bloods.
"You are my daughter, my best friend and my life" my mom told me after the accident happened. I realized that she's the one who really loves me, the one who cares me much even the one who stay by my side without counting any costs.
I've learned a lot from it. i hope this could change you a bit..
based from a real experience of mine..:)