My parents
did not tell me anything about themselves or the family. They wrote: “Oh,
everything is good and we are happy and well” I later found out they were not
well, not everything was OK and my favorite aunt had died sometimes ago. I did
the same thing to them. I never told them about my problems. We both lied to
each other.
Was that OK?
I wish I would have shared more of my life and they would have shared more of
their life. I missed a great deal of life not knowing about them. I am sorry
for not being closer to them; 8000 miles was too far to arrange a monthly
trip while going to school.
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