I used to be a timid boy who always linger around his parents, believe it or not. Whenever I was looking at them, it was usually like this, from this angle.

They were basically a very large part of my sky. And I was always behind, tracing their footsteps. They look so tall, huge and blury, walk so fast too. Had a pretty hard time catching up also.

Along the way I grew up, they lead me on a path where I make my own choices and choose my own routes. I’m basically treading treacherous waters where they themselves have not been before, where they can no longer guide me anymore. Sometimes I just wonder if I chose the wrong path somewhere along the way.

But then, I was no longer the timid boy who always linger around his parents.

But as I grew older, I find myself enjoying conversations with them, more and more. I found out that lately I’ve not been watching my TV series as often as I usually was. I am always chatting with them until they wanted to sleep. In a split of a second just now, I realized that they look so… old.

For that moment, it felt like I was that timid little boy once again.