I really loved my parents. They were my heroes. They, even as an adult, spoilt me rotten, cared for me when I was sick, pet sitted if I went on holiday or when I was ill.
It scares me they'll die without telling me the truth. I'll always hate them if they do.
Right now I'd feel nothing if they died.
Like an over optimistic puppy, I still hope they will be honest. I have a feeling I'll be let down. Again.
Oh well here's to being the least favourite child.
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