Am seated in a flight to Addis-abba and am thinking how lucky I am to have this privilege . My parent are typical government employees and have so much burden on their heads... But they still go forth and give me the chance to tour the world. Maybe that fact that am the only one might push them to do this but again how many more only kids are on this plane?
Some times as kids we rarely if ever, appreciate what this old fellas do for us.... Waking up in the morning and finding tea with buttered bread on the table has become a routine. we do not stop to think of the effort that they put in for us to have that luxury. The few weeks I spent in a foreign country having no mama to cook for me and no papa to employ a house help who would wash my clothes taught me a lesson.
Having to budget for the week means knowing that that sweet "On The Run" smoothie needs not to be taken weekly. And one pound burn breads go as easy down pocket as the throught compared to the 8 pound single extre gee croissant.
life in our parents roof is much more easier because they take the burden for us. being appreciative is simply saying thankyou.
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