This is a blog of compassion, sentiment, love and veganism, from the unbridled mind and heart of a young female human
[ Since 2006 ]
Sunday, June 10, 2007
I learn about my own parents by noticing others. Pride doesn't bloom as greatly looking from the inside as it does when you see it on the faces of other parents when they watch their children. You notice the beauty of the interaction and the love and how they melt because they are so full of joy because they have a child and the child is perfect. And then you notice that your parents must be the same when they see you, just that you can't notice it because you are a part of it.