This week’s first line:
My parents are not generous, with money or affection.
Expectations are low
Father works away
Mother is ill,
Spends her days in bed
Says she is ill unable to cope
We kids run wild, except for me
I care for her
Feed her meals of milky slop.
My father’s home on weekends
Collapses in his chair
Says leave me alone, I’m too tired to play.
Mother staggers from her nest
Feigns interest in him and us.
He falls asleep until Sunday night
Packs his bag and away he goes.
Mother retires to her bed
The cycle begins again.
I shop and buy the chocolates she craves
Two-minute noodles for the kids and I.
My parents don’t know generosity,
They never received what they cannot give.