It’s been about four weeks since I’ve had a job and I’m already thinking about how I’m going to make a living. I think about the little things, such as paying for my own gas, food and ‘inexpensive’ dates with my love. The little things pile into a huge list of things and even after having a job, I still can’t seem to pay for all the things I want.
So hey mom and dad, thank you for giving me all of the things I’ve ever asked for from you. Whether the gifts you’ve given me were direct or indirect, I love you two, so much, for taking care of us and everything you’ve done for us - my brother, my sister, and I. Both of you pay for the things that we need and not once, have I heard either of you complain about it. Maybe you say that certain things are expensive, but that’s alright, a $60 game is equivalent to about 8-9 hours of minimum wage work, and I could use that money for my girlfriend, gas, or food now, so I understand now. Thank you for this future you’ve both given me, supporting us for nineteen years, without any complaints about your hard work. For as long as I can remember, my fear has always been disappointing either of you, so I let that fear fuel myself to do everything I can to make both of you proud of me. I’ll do everything I can to give back to you, because both of you deserve it. I love you, mom and dad.