Growing Up

Today my parents have learnt to understand me.

There is a pain associated with that statement.

Today they are here for me; present when I speak.

But there was a time when they were not.

A time when my words would float in the air to be molded into a weapon against me.

I learnt to look past their wrong doings.

I learnt to forgive them as they learnt to understand me.

And now I am an adult with civil friendships with my parents.

Without the parental feeling attached.