Somepeopleknowhowhard,somepeopleknowhowtohonor,somepeopleknowhowtorespect,knowhowtocherish.Iknowadifferentkindoffriendship-thanksgiving.WhenIwastoddler,myparentswereleaningontheside;whenmylifewasrugged.Istheparentstohelpmethroughtheupsanddowns;whenIstudythepressurewhentheparentsgavemeacupofhottea;whenIwasbullied,theparentsformetofightinjustice......parentspaidsomuchforus,donotweShouldyoulearntobegrateful?

Irememberonce,schoolsoonerorlater,Isaidtomymother:"Mom,whydonotyoucallmetogetupearly?Ishouldbelate!"Icomplained."Well,youhurry,Illwaitforyoudownstairs."Mothersaid,whilewalkingoutthedoor.Idawdletofinishtheteeth,casuallygrilledafewmouthfulsofrice,dressed,rushedtothedownstairs.Momhaslongbeenwaitingdownstairs.Breathofthenorthwind,Iwasshiveringcoldly.Mothertookhisbigcoatandputiton.Imstilltalkingaboutit:"Youaresolatetocallmeup,willbelate,latecriticized!"Momopenedthecarfaster.Coldwind"wind"frommyearblowing,scrapingmyearsore.Imlate.

Backhome,myfathersaidmore,"yourmotherbecausethemorningtoolittlewear,coldcold,isresting,youdonotarguetohim."Tearslikeaokenlineofpearls,felldown.Allthisisbecauseofme,allbecauseoflove!Iwenttothemothersbed,guiltytosay"mother,sorry".

Isthatexperience,letmeunderstandtheloveofparents.Letmelearnamorecare,lesscomplain.MorethanaThanksgiving,lessabitdisgusted!