I didn’t realize how long they waited until I finally came home.
The house looked the same. Same door. Same familiar quiet.
My parents had planned everything around my arrival. They just waited.
They asked casual questions on the phone. ‘When do you land?’ No pressure. No guilt.
But I see it now. They were counting the days without saying the number out loud.
While I was busy living my life, they were saving pieces of theirs for me. Saving stories. Saving a place at the table.
I love you both. More than I say. More than I show.
