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F for Family

My driving license expired a long time ago, and I needed to make a new one so I asked my parents in December 2016, how to create a proper motorbike driving license. They said all the processes are legit and fast now, no need to "donate" some extra money to get it all done. But I need to take the required tests in the police station of course.

It was Thursday morning, and my parents took me there. They waited and made sure that I got everything settled. My mom, who is a teacher, had no classes that day and my dad, he took the day off just to accompany me. At that time, as we were waiting for the police office to be opened, I thought to myself, "Why on earth do they need to accompany me? I can do it myself." And this situation brought me back to the moment of my registration day in junior high school. Most of my friends came by themselves, with their former elementary school friends, or just their  mom or their dad. Meanwhile I came with both of my parents and somehow I was embarrassed.

And it got me thinking again, as I watched a stray cat sat amongst us as if she wanted to make a driving license too, that's how much my parents care about me. No matter how old I am, they just can't stop caring about me. And I can see that they even still feel bad if I had to do things by myself.

"Is it okay if you do it yourself?" mom checked on me whenever I need to do something but they can't accommodate it.
"It's okay. I can do it," I assured them.

I have always had this thought, just do it yourself, just ask for a guidance to other people if Google doesn't have the answer. I don't know since when I live my life like this. Is it since I was in 8th grade when I live with my aunt because my parents move out of the town? Or since I went to college? It became a habit and a default thought of mine that it seems strange when someone got into my shit and took care of it.

I think I'm starting to get a grasp of the concept of family, again. They are the ones who will always have your back whenever things went south, the reason you feel content whenever they're around, the ones who truly love you, and the ones you do not want to disappoint. How come you just do stuff for them and expect nothing in return but the happiness of them? That's what a real family looks like, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Dear God, I didn't know you love me too that you put me into this family. Thank You.

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