‘You’re not my parents!!’
It was the height of their insolence. I was particularly angered, irritated, vexed. What right had they to question my life which had no ties to theirs, they weren’t there from the beginning, so why would they try to correct my err.. yet they had looked with pain as I slowly deteriorated over the years. Funny how they never left, I knew I didn’t mean much.
It had been my particular decision to live this life.. the life of the party and no one could take that away, not much corrections from them. But the gentleness in their eyes.. it melted me. They didn’t argue, they just said something that gave me a whole new meaning to a word,
‘No, we are your friends‘.