Your parents won't always be here. One day, you'll reach for your phone to call them and remember you can't anymore.
Don't take the ordinary moments for granted. Call them, visit them, listen to their stories, and cherish the time you still have.
Because one day, you'd give anything for just one more moment with them.
I told my therapist that I sometimes look at my son and realize he's now the age I was when my trauma started and it blows my mind because he looks so little
And she responded
"because you were that little too"