It's funny that even at the age of 43, seeing my parents can bring out the child in me...
The inner child the one who just wants to crawl up on my fathers lap and snuggle, the child who wants to follower her mother everywhere, and not let her out of her sight.
That has been me this afternoon, after nearly two years I got to see them again, the people who brought me into this world ... brought me up to be a decent human being..... the ones who saw me through rough times cried with me when I cried, rejoiced with me when I was happy.
Its funny cause I have always been very independent, live on an island by myself type of girl.....
Never needed anyone... until the people nearest to me where not there.
I never imagined when I moved to the States, that I would miss anyone... I just don't do the whole missing thing.
When I saw them this afternoon I cried... cried on my moms shoulder... almost a sobbed
I realized for the first time in my life... that I had missed someone.