When an orphan grows up

Once in a while you dream about your dead parents. You just cannot help it. Maybe it's their way for you to remember them since you haven't really thought about them in years. Maybe they were trying to communicate with you, to tell you how much they miss you, that they are always watching over you. Then you wake up. You cry because you don't want it to end. You want to spend more time with them for a few more hours, for just a little bit longer.

Years after years, you believed that you have continued so well ahead with your life. But then you realize you will never ever move on. That you are forever wounded from their loss. All you can do is spend a lifetime outliving them. Then, some more years passed and you think of those events in your life where your parents' presence is necessary, like your wedding, your graduation, your first job. You wonder how they would feel if they're alive. Will they be proud?

We have but one father and one mother. And the kind of love we have for them is unparalleled. That no matter how much time we spend looking for something similar in this world, nothing will equate. And that reality alone tears us all up entirely.