My relationship with my parents was average. And though we weren't a perfect family, I'm grateful.
Staring at them right now made my heart ache.
Though tempted to approach them and hug them tight, I held back and lowered my head.
"We, uh, apologize," I uttered, taking a step back.
"Oh no," my then father, who was perhaps close to my age, spoke. "We were just fetching some vegetables to bring home."
"To each other's homes," my mother clarified. I pressed my lips and nodded.
'So, they weren't married yet.'
I took courage and lifted my head. They looked like mischievous youngsters who were caught doing something naughty.
The thought made me uneasy and cringe-y. Although I salute their love for each other, it's normal for the child to grimace at how cheesy his parents were.
"Damn," I murmured, clearing my throat right after. "We need some food supplies too."
