As an adult I look back to when my parents put me through the intense disciplines of martial arts.
Any time spent with them my body was put through rigorous tests, pains, and limits.
Growing up I believed thats what loving parents were.
I already went through the physical pain
But I can't help but say that the emotional pain is finally catching up to me. I did everything my parents asked for. I won competitions, I mastered the arts, I've broken bones, I've bled.
But not once have I heard my parents tell me how proud they were. How much they loved me