My Mom and My Dad

I remember the day,
The first day i entered junior high school.
My mom taught me how to go to school by bus,
And she was the one who accompanied me to the school front gate.
She was the one who made me an independent child.

Then i remember the day,
When suddenly rain poured heavily on that morning,
My father was the one who took me to school,
And he drove me to school front gate.
He was there before i already knew.

And i remember the day,
When my mom agreed me joining scout activity.
Probably my first time went somewhere with only my friends by bus.
She packed me lunch and gave me money.
She told me to be careful,
And not to come home too late.

But my father was the one,
Who wait all day,
That day i came home at 6 pm.
The first day i came home late by myself, after all i was only 11 years old.
He stood at the bus stop, waiting for me getting off from any bus.
I didnt know how long he's been there,
Waiting there with his umbrella and flashlight on his hand.

And there was the day,
My mom told me to learn how to the drive the car
She was so proud when i drove her to the market.
Tbh, i was just being brave, i messed up almost everytime i start the car.
And my father was against it at first,
He told me that i drove too fast
And too careless, telling me how to do this and that.
That was obvious, i was terrible.

My mom who doesnt worry too much,
But always warn to be careful,
She nags, complains, solves problems and supports me to do better things.
And my dad, who worries the most,
But not saying much.
He gives advices, solves problems, and keep me away from problems.

Too many things.
Too many things that i cant remember.
They might have different way showing their love
But i know that they will always love me,
And always be there for me.

So I pray to God..
God, bestow on the Your blessings
Just like they cherised me
When i was a little kid.
Amin