After years of being away from home. I have returned to the place where I was born. It's different to say the very least. I now live with my parents and a younger brother who is in his teens.
My post is half-inspired by his antics and more of how everyone at home reacts to them. Not surprisingly, I'm the villain when taking his side when there are fights. Only now is when I realize the best thing to say is - nothing. It's fairly easy to take sides when you have been through the same battle with your parents and you see history repeat itself.
My mother delivers a deadly counter-attack when I step in during any controversy. Her golden words ' ....you won't really understand until you have your own kids.' Needless to say that puts a stop to my meddling to make things better and I slink away quietly into the other room to appear busy.
I have also noticed that everything and every minor flaw gets intensified and maximized around parents. I don't blame them. Who knew their 20-something-year-old daughter ( Age withheld because I want to appear mysterious) would come back to wreak havoc in their orderly lives?
To be a teenager again and love so completely without any holds and no exceptions. I just reminisce on those times. I ran into a class-mate from school and we both realized how much things have changed, and also how our features are so much better now than before.
It isn't that we are ugly as kids. Being in the terrible teenage years can be kind to some and a bitch to some. Mine was the latter. So now when people come up to me remarking on how 'different' I look. It doesn't faze me. I've seen them at their worst too (pimples, acne, weird hair-do included).
The difference is that I never dissed them at their worst.
My post is half-inspired by his antics and more of how everyone at home reacts to them. Not surprisingly, I'm the villain when taking his side when there are fights. Only now is when I realize the best thing to say is - nothing. It's fairly easy to take sides when you have been through the same battle with your parents and you see history repeat itself.
My mother delivers a deadly counter-attack when I step in during any controversy. Her golden words ' ....you won't really understand until you have your own kids.' Needless to say that puts a stop to my meddling to make things better and I slink away quietly into the other room to appear busy.
I have also noticed that everything and every minor flaw gets intensified and maximized around parents. I don't blame them. Who knew their 20-something-year-old daughter ( Age withheld because I want to appear mysterious) would come back to wreak havoc in their orderly lives?To be a teenager again and love so completely without any holds and no exceptions. I just reminisce on those times. I ran into a class-mate from school and we both realized how much things have changed, and also how our features are so much better now than before.
It isn't that we are ugly as kids. Being in the terrible teenage years can be kind to some and a bitch to some. Mine was the latter. So now when people come up to me remarking on how 'different' I look. It doesn't faze me. I've seen them at their worst too (pimples, acne, weird hair-do included).
The difference is that I never dissed them at their worst.
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