Parents.

Once.

They cried when they first saw you,

cried of happiness.

They whispered to you,

while you're asleep.

About their hopes and dreams.

They taught you about life,

through their stories and jokes.

They aspired you about future,

through fairytales and miracles.

Once.

You'd asked them so many questions,

till they're out of answers.

You cried when you fell,

and they made you feel better.

You asked for so many things,

and they rewarded those on your birthdays.

Everyday.

The memories of you, running around the house

are still playing in their mind.

Your laughters and tears, they can still recall every of them.

They still remember those beautiful days, even we hardly remember any.

Everyday,

they pray.

For your happiness.

They work so hard,

for you to live a pleasant life.

Once.

We made them cry, disappointed.

They still forgive us.

We forgot everything about them,

because we're to busy growing up,

chasing our dreams.

But we also forgot,

that they are growing old.

And we forgot that

they also helped us building those dreams before.

Do we pray for them as much as they do for us, everyday?

Do we study as hard as they work for us?

Do we remember all those moments or we wish to just ignore them?

Have we thanked them, for once?

Have we loved them, as much as they do?

Have we given them the happiness that they wish to gain from us, when we're little?

Have we?