Looking Back

The destiny of my parents was to be ignored by a vaguely dismantled child. The youth grew, his mind so dispersed, that he hardly saw them anymore. How can you tell, when your filial emotions are all stuck in a knuckled first? Years passed, parents passed, time passed and the child, became an old man. Only then did he see again, a mother doing her best, a father doing what he could, and a child that never cared, until now.