I used to love mother’s day and father’s day, but now i don’t. My siblings and i would surreptiously sneak outside to the store to purchase gifts for my parents, but now we don’t. My mother and father would smile at out steathly ways, but now they don’t. I was only nine years old when my mother died and only three years later my father died as well. Now I know everything happens for a reason and that God has a plan for us all but i can’t hepl thinking: Why me? I feel left out of the daily hate-my-parents-today-love-them-tomorrow speeches that all teens seem to have. I only wish I sill had parents to speak of. At graduations i say my tears are becasue i’ll miss my friends but these tears originate from the sight of parents proudly hugging and kissing their children. I’m envious of those who still ahve their parents.And it angers me to hear them say how angry they were because their parents did something, most likely in their best interest. I only wish i still had parents to ground me, to take away my phone, to not give me allowance…to do anything. And so sometimes i cry. I cry because my parents will never see me open that long awaited college acceptance letter. I cry because my parents will never get to see me graduate as i finally achieve my goals. I cry because my father will never get to walk me down the aisle in my long flowing white dress of dreams. I cry because my mother will never be my labor coach wiping my sweat and tears as one day i find myself giving birth. I cry because my parents will never meet their grandchildren to shower them in love and bounce them on their knees. I cry because my parents will never again tell me they love me. Although it’s hard, with time i’ve learned to cope. So when i need to ease my pains… sometimes i cry, but these tears are not of sorrow and mourning. I cry because my parents will never have to suffer again. I cry tears of joy….