Is it really necessary to say the words “I love you” to your parents?

Most of us are lucky enough to have dad and mom, to take care of us, supervise us, and provide us with all our needs, starting from the basic up to our luxurious demands. They nourish us, and also make us who we are, and educate us the right way.  I am a boy of 16 who is going on 17 and my whole life I have been living with my parents. However, not once have I told them that I love them, never, I believe, or at least that’s what my memory tells me. But today I wonder should I express my love to them by telling them I love them.

I love my parents so much, that I can’t express it myself. It’s true that I get pissed off by them, and same goes the other way, but that doesn’t decrease our love for each other. Every morning my mom wakes me up and prepares the breakfast and school lunch, and sends me off to school. My dad goes to work every day and comes back home and helps me all the times in my difficulties. And they do all this just because they love me too much.

I on the other hand, try to help them by arranging plates on the table at dinner times or getting better results to make them proud but can’t do as much as they do for me. I love them, and I want to prove it to them by working hard. But I feel shy to directly telling them how much love I got for them.

You might be wondering, who is this guy who doesn’t even tell his own dad and mom that he loves her. But imagine this, if you have been taught your whole life, that never express your feelings and emotions by words but by action, what would you do? I am in such a situation that, I feel so awkward to even open my mouth for such words when they come in front of me.

I still remember when i was a small boy my dad would drop me off to school every day. In the evenings when my wholes family would go out, I used to sleep in between my dad and mom, on the motor bike, and my mom would happily carry me, being so heavy since small. Whenever I would get sick, my mom would sit up late and provide me warm water shakes, medicines etc.

Even today my parents aid me to their complete potential. And I try my best to return the affection, but I lack several skills in it. So I feel like going to them and expressing my feelings to them about how much I love them. Time moves by really fast, just yesterday I feel like it was my first day in school, and today is the 2^nd last year of my school life. I feel life’s too short and we all should tell our loved ones how much we care about them. I believe most of your stories are also similar to mine in some way or the other. So I want you to go out there to your mom or dad who is in the next room and tell them how big a chamber of your heart is allocated just for your parents. If they don’t live with them or you don’t have the courage to tell them, write it, in a nice letter confessing your thoughts and ideas to them. If you are an adult, I recommend you to immediately take care of your parents and express your feelings to them. God forbid, but you never know when a mishap might occur in any of our lives. Such a bug tragedy can leave you startled and you may never get a chance. So take the chance now and go make a change. Trust me, if you express your love, your relationships would become even stronger than before.

I got this pleasant idea from a chain Facebook status of a conversation which is given below:

 At 3 years old we say: “Mommy, I love you”.

At 10: “Mom whatever!”

At 16:”My mom is so annoying”!

At 18: “I wanna leave this house”

At 25:”Mom, you were right”

At 30: “I wanna go back to my Mom’s house”.

At 50: “I don’t wanna lose my Mom”.

At 70: “I would give up EVERYTHING for my Mom to be here with me”.

You only have one Mom. Like this if you couldn’t live without your mom ♥

this status/post was taken from: http://www.likelikes.com/06/at-3-yrs-old-we-say-mommy-i-love-you-at-10-mom-whateverat-16my-mom-is-so-annoyingat-18-i-wanna-leave-this-house-at-25mom-you-were-right-at-30-i-wanna-go-back-to-my-mom/

The First Day in my real Utopian city.

Life as I know it was never the same when I came to this paradise. I had been shifting my whole life. Since birth, I had shifted from my native city to the capital of my country. There I grew up slowly. Within the capital itself I had been shifting often, never to settle in one place. I made many friends and had tons of fun. But life was not stable. From there I moved to Vietnam, lived life till my age of 7, and changed again to the Gulf. Thought I would be happy there but even in midst of my life in Gulf, I had a trip to Europe for a long time. After coming back to the Gulf I shifted to Nigeria. I learnt languages of each country I had been to, thinking I would live there for a really long time. But before I knew it, I came to this wonderful land, which is like a paradise to me, right now.
I still remember, the first day of my arrival, my dad took me in his car to our so called apartment. On my way to my residence, I saw the concrete masses and was amazed by their beauty. Each building was one of a kind, and each of them had its own unique symbol. Of course they had a meaning, but I had no clue about any of it back then. There were so many cars I had seen that day, which I had hardly seen before. And I was amazed by the traffic system. In between we halted in a mall, and as far as I remember, that was the first huge mall I had been to in my life. You see, I didn’t reside in the developed parts of Vietnam, and of Nigeria. Gulf region that is in Saudi Arabia I never left my house. My parents would always do the shopping. The mall they would go to contained only a Giant of one floor stretch, which was within a limited space. The huge mall I entered was like a maze, with so many rows and countless number of shops. For me it was awesome, but for them it was the same old life of congestion. After that experience we went to our new shelter, an apartment on the 17th floor.
Standing down at the reception, I looked up to try to see the top of the building, but I was far too small to reach the 20th floor when it had 33 floors in total. As I enter my house, I saw on the left a sandy sofa, so soft I could almost get lost in it. It was a set for 5 to sit with three on one and two separately, as you know the general style of sofa. The sandy sofa was completed by a big 32 inch Panasonic television, with all my favorite shows filled in it. The area was compact, but it was cozy. The walls were white was snow and at the end of it was a glass door, so transparent, it looked like few layers of air stationary at the point. This glass sliding door gave way to the crazy balcony. I first ran to the balcony to check it out. And as I looked down, I felt like I was on top, and the world beneath me. From the main door of the house, five steps to the right was the kitchen, full of cupboards and a tall fridge. I could almost live in it. The kitchen had the pathway to the servant quarters on the left, but I was too excited to see my room that i never saw the quarters till the end of the day. Back to the main living room, I saw a long thin corridor stretching to end in a huge bedroom. On the middle of this corridor was a tall woody brown door on the left. This door opened its gates for the first time for its king to enter. This thought came in my mind as I entered my room.
My room was rather small in size, but it was kingly enough for a small boy of 11. It had a tall dark cupboard on the right, and a snowy white wall on the left, and right, but that’s not the point. The room contained two large single beds combined as one just for me to sleep in it. And I was so happy; my parents gave me this room. The room even had a computer table where I could place my laptop with all my CDs and DVDs. And the room had a large window that was wider than my height back then and was as tall as me. As I was checking my house I flashbacked of all the houses I lived in, I always got the biggest room. And in this house I was given the smaller room, on a promise that by the next year it would be jointed with its consecutive room and it would become as big as two rooms, in one. I was so delighted by the thought, I forgot to check the rest of the house when I heard we had to leave to buy more groceries and take lunch somewhere out. So I freshened up and got ready to leave.
I was young back then and after moving so many times, I had almost forgotten what it is like to stay in one place and enjoy it completely rather than shifting so many times and not knowing the entire beauty of a place. I never knew this place would become my home for the next 6 years of my life, and the last 6 years of my life. By now, you would have known what place I am talking about if you know me, but if you don’t, then I would reveal it to you soon. This is not my native e country but I don’t know why, people here seem so close to me, as I would feel for my own countrymen.
That day, as soon we left house, I was awestruck by the endless road running along the apartment and a long procession filled up the entire path. It seemed as if he procession was celebrated just for my arrival in this utopia. Everything seemed so perfect and remarkably beautiful. There were so many colors and so many types of music; I had never imagined my past life till that one day. I don’t quite remember the procession because I was famished and very sleepy, but I do remember that there were at least twenty SUVs and more than twenty pickups all filled with people celebrating a very special occasion. As we made past the ceremony we ended up in KFC, the world famous fast food center. I still remember I ordered two sandwiches plus rice and two chicken pieces for myself. I wonder how I finished that all by myself, when I can hardly eat one sandwich nowadays. The juicy paddy was so crunchy in my mouth that even if it were poison, I would happily eat it up just for its amazing taste and smell.
After that lunch I was left back at home for my parents to go for shopping stuff I wasn’t interested in at all. As I reached my room, I passed out till dinner time. I believe a lot had happened within those 6 hours. Because when I got up, I saw the room smelt of the sweet wine and as I headed for the dinner table, I saw plates were arranged as if it were a dinner with the president and at the center of the table was a large big pot covered by a lid with wonders inside. And beside it was a large pot of rice. As I sat by the table, my mom opened the gates to her excellent art. She cooked the best chicken curry in the world. I always loved my mom’s food, but that night there was something special. And I loved it so much, my stomach had almost burst. Right then I watched TV and went back to bed.
That night I thought for hours, as for whether this was my final destination or whether this one of more of those houses that I would live in for few days and move again. But one thing was sure, whatever it was; it was the best experience I ever had. I still reside in the same city, different apartment though. But I can never forget the first day in here. And for those of you who do not know, where “here” is, it is a capital of the country with most number of islands in the world. It the famous city of Indonesia, Jakarta.
This was my first day in here, and was the best thing that ever happened to me till now. Actually it is the second best thing. The best thing which happened to me is something that I would share in days to come. Jakarta changed my life, and i love the change it brought in me.

Who will Marry Megan?

This is one my first scripts, i had made this to perform it out in my, class. Hope all you guys out there like it. Comments would be appreciated.

Door Rings…

Mother opens the door,

Gentleman: Good day madam, is this the Raymond Residence?

Mother: Why, yes it is, and who might u be?

Gentleman: I am Roswell, and I was invited for dinner by Mr. and Mrs. Raymond for talking about my marriage. You must be Mrs. Raymond, right?

Mother: ah, Roswell, come on in, call me Nina, and here is my husband Ronald.

Father: call me Ronald; please follow me to the dinner table.

At the table,

Ayah: So, Roswell, tell me about yourself…

Roswell: Well I…

Lights darken out, setting change, over to Megan, and Harris is sitting on the table and Megan on the chair.

Megan: Harris, we have been like this for so long now. Don’t you think we should do something about it?

Harris: you know you are right, even my but is starting to hurt, why don’t we walk?

Megan: No, fool, I mean we have been dating for so long now. Don’t you think it’s time we improvise our relation?

Harris: improvise our relation? What do you mean?

Megan: as in you know we plan on getting married and stuff?

Harris: why? I mean, we are fine this way, we live life. Have fun. It’s awesome. We can think about that later no?

Megan: Sure, why not you keep thinking while my parents arrange my marriage with that Roswell guy. Then we will think about it ><

Harris: Who? That fool, He can’t tie his own shoe lace, and your parents expect him to marry you?

Megan: why, yes they do. You know he is quite cute.

Harris: uh hem, excuse me? Did I just hear the word cute from you? You never called me cute?

Megan: Yeah, cause he is and you r not. And more over he is handsome and his bank balance is also better than you. You never know when I fall for him.

Harris:  oh really?

Megan: yes, really.

Harris: Really?

Megan: yes Harris, you never know

Harris: (confused, don’t know what to say) uh, uh,          Fine, be that way (Gets up and prepares to walk away, angry, sad)

Megan: eh, eh, Harry, I was just kidding dude. How can I ever let go of you. But seriously you have to talk to my parents. You have to face them and Roswell someday.

Harris: what bout today?  Roswell is just nobody. He will be down in no time.

Megan: you are saying this as if Roswell is a weakling. You know right that he has won medals for boxing. And my parents anyways hate you.

Harris:  Roswell is nothing.

Megan:  really? What about my brother? He is in police. He can turn you in any day.

Harris: don’t worry gal. I have everything within my control all the time. And It will take more than just your bro and Roswell to take me away from ya.

Megan: Fine then, why not come over today?

Harris: sure, why not. Let’s go now.

Megan:  yeah, perfect, today Roswell is coming to dinner also. My whole family would be there. talk to them face to face.

Harris: okay, yea… (Thinks about what he heard) wait what? Roswell’s at home? Why is he coming (scared) and your brother too? I thought he was on duty.

Megan: why what happened?

Harris: nothing, umm maggy, why don’t we go tomorrow? Anyways it’s pretty late today.

Megan: why, why? Are you afraid?

Harris: yes (whispering).   (Proper voice)  I mean no, no. I ain’t afraid. Bring it on.

Maggy: okay then. let’s go…

House door approached:

Harris: (is about to knock the door, stumbles) eh, maggy. It’s your house. You knock no.

Megan: you are plain scared; here let me take the initiative. (Knock knock/ring the bell)

Inside,

Roswell: let me get the door. I bet it is Megan.

Roswell opens the door: Hey, what a pleasant surprise, we all were expecting you, where have you been?

Megan: oh I was just… (Come in, ignores him.) to parents: hi mom, hi dad.

Roswell: and look whose here? The mighty Harris! What are you doing here? You dare come here?

Harris: why? You got no right to kick me out, you don’t own this place.

Roswell: you’re right, let’s hear it from the higher authorities, shall we?

Ronald: Megan (angrily) why did you get him here? He has no business here ><. Eh, you.  Get away from my girl, and stay away from this house.

Megan: Dad, he is my love. You can’t talk to him like this

Ronald: who will stop me?

Harris: Sir, please. Stay in your cool. I am here to ask you for your daughter’s hand?

Nina: well I will give you mine, want a slap?

Harris: I can bear anything for her.

Phillip: why don’t you bear staying away from her life?

Harris: you make me

Phillip: oh yeah, I will call up the cops.

Harris: wait what, aren’t you a cop yourself?

Phillip: uhh, so what, can’t I call the cops? I surely can.

Roswell: You, stay away from her. She is mine

Harris: why don’t you win her over?

Roswell: why not, i got enough money to support all her dreams, all her life

Harris: I protect her and will protect her for all my life even beyond it, hah beat that comeback silly.

Roswell:  well, guess what, I am too awesome for her to choose you.

Harris: LOL, u can’t even tie your shoe lace, hahahahah

Roswell: where does shoe lace come from? And I can ok. (He bends down to tie it. Then he gets up and…) eh why am I even tying my shoe??? I am stupid…

Harris: oh yes u r, see u r admitting it.

Roswell: eh, u stink fool,

Harris: and you, you…

Megan to the rescue: stop it both of you. You are not kids.  We are discussing a serious matter here.

Roswell: well why don’t you tell him to shut his big mouth.

Harris: why don’t you zip it?

Nina: why don’t you two seal your lips and start behaving more mature. We are here for Megan’s marriage discussion. Think over it.

Ronald: yeah guys, grow up. If you don’t choose your wife wisely, you might end up in hell, (whispers) just like me

Nina: what did you say? I am hell to you, why couldn’t you choose that chick from your college then, you could have been happy with her.

Ronald: I didn’t say you were hell; it’s the way we live that is not so amazing.

Nina: so why don’t you tell me what is amazing?

Phillip: oh god, stop it you two. Seriously! Megan, it’s done, you are marrying Roswell. Send Harris off the hook.

Megan: no, bro. you stay within you limits. I am his, and he is mine. If you people don’t approve of it, I am leaving house.

Phillip: fine, leave. But you won’t be happy with this ruffian for more than a day, I am telling you.

Megan: He ain’t a ruffian; he has an awesome job ok. And his house is also big.

Roswell: not as big as mine.

Megan: shut up. (Roswell retreats, sad)

Phillip: If you ever want to see me happy, marry Roswell.

Megan: you want to see me marry, let me marry Harris.

Phillip: no Roswell

Megan: No Harris

Phillip: NO

Ronald: oh oh oh.  Stop all this mess, we called Roswell for dinner. Let’s enjoy our meal and then fight. I assume, Harris will also eat with us, since he has no food of his own,

Nina: you are right, I am famished, let’s eat people.

Harris: okay, okay, but tell Roswell he is going down,

Roswell: We will see

Harris: yeah we will see.

THE END