My father turns 70 tomorrow.
Honestly, I remember this because not more than half an hour ago, my eldest sister texted me, a reminder to give my father a call tomorrow morning.
Probably for some, what I’m about to say is going to be a bit shocking.
The reason why I totally forgot about it, partly because I just don’t care about my family like I used to. Or have to. I rarely talk to any of them on regular basis. And in some cases, it stretched to months, which translate to Christmases and birthdays only.
Is that making me such an ungrateful son?
Honestly, I remember this because not more than half an hour ago, my eldest sister texted me, a reminder to give my father a call tomorrow morning.
Probably for some, what I’m about to say is going to be a bit shocking.
The reason why I totally forgot about it, partly because I just don’t care about my family like I used to. Or have to. I rarely talk to any of them on regular basis. And in some cases, it stretched to months, which translate to Christmases and birthdays only.
Is that making me such an ungrateful son?
The paint featured as illustration above is Jean-Baptiste Greuze's "The Father's Curse : The Ungrateful Son" (about 1778)
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